Superstar Squash Women

Bratt_Hazel: After much friendly teasing back and forth about who is actually the biggest brat, i come up with a devious challenge to face the gorgeous blonde giantess. Paying off the local laundromat owner i take the keys for the night and message Beth - 'its now or never bish ❤️', waiting for her to show up. Stripping down to nothing but my thong, i pour a few gallons of oil over the cheap vinyl floor, creating a slick, glossy film over the entire surface. The large, full height windows face a busy street, attracting onlookers, rolling my eyes at the cat-calls and lewd comments while i wait.

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: I see your text and I look up the address. "A laundromat? Clearly she wants to hide and talk in a place where no one would hear." I think to myself. I put on big sunglasses and brown sundress. Then I put on my six inch heels that make me look oh so tall and dominant. A purse completes my look. I drive over to the place and the directions take me not to the front parking lot but back entrance. Shrugging my shoulders I reach the back door and after confirming the number knock three times like you told me to

Bratt_Hazel: *i hear a car pull up and the not long after, a confident knock at the back door. Making my way carefully until im on the firmer floor of the back room, i open the door with a warm, sweet smile, hiding my intentions as i usher you in. Swiftly locking the back door behind us, i vault the keys somewhere into the unassuming front room, with its slightly wet looking floor. I lean up on my toes, and then still unable to reach, grasp almost viciously a tight fistful of silky blonde hair, yanking you impatiently down toward me. Crashing my lips into yours, my tongue thrusts into your mouth, invading, curling over yours and parting almost as abruptly as it began, releasing you. I reach around to deliver a playful spank to your firm behind, stepping backward just a little, to one side of the open doorway.* "Strip"

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: I enter the back room and it is not lit very well. You lock the door behind me and at first I think of nothing. I see light streaming from front and start to move toward there only for you to grab my hair "Heeeiiiy.." my words are cut off when you force me down and give me such a deep kiss. Forgetting where we are my hands roam over your slim waist and your hips kissing you back, but your tongue just simply shoves mine aside as you dominate the kiss. When you break the kiss it is so abrupt my lips stay parted and I can't help but look at you with longing. I jump when you spank my tush and order me to strip. "You are not the boss of me" I growl almost automatically. Then I try to cover up a bit "I mean my clothes are clean no need to wash them Hazel"

Bratt_Hazel: *i reach up with both hands, tightly grasping your sundress and pulling downward with all my might, hearing a satisfying tearing snap as both of the spaghetti straps give way, leaving it swaddled loosely around your waist in a wide, folded ribbon* "I'm taking YOU to the cleaners!" *Laughing at how criminal my pun should be, i sprint toward the main room, the lights off but streetlight streaming in, hitting the floor and gliding slowly on my feet with a slight wobble. I havent looked back yet, im simply hoping the ruination of your dress is enough for you to chase me blindly*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: I am completely shocked. One second I am declaring boldly that you are not the boss of me and feeling bad and clarifying and next my dress in in tatters. My mouth open I just look at you and your declaration makes me growl. "Oh really.. you and whose army you little twerp" I growl, it takes me a moment to peel the ribbons of my dress off and then I rush toward you. "I will teach you to clean every single inchhhhhhhhhhh.... " my shout turns in to panicked EEEEPPPP as my boots hit the slippery floor and my long arms waive helplessly trying to keep me on my feet and failing and I end up dropping on to my butt and slipping and sliding forward uncontrolled

Bratt_Hazel: *i spin around, almost like an iceskater upon hearing the crumpling thud, grinning as my plan comes into fruition, only to find in horror that your momentum is carrying you, and its only a brief moment until you careen into me. My legs are thrown out from underneath, inadvertently bodyslamming you with a thud, even bouncing slightly, fighting to straddle you as we continue toward the window. Though greatly slowed, our near frictionless, scantily clad bodies impact the safety glass with enough of a reverberating disturbance that curious onlookers begin to appear again, nearly toppling me while i jam two fingers as far as i can into your mouth*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: I see that smirk on your face and I know you did this, but then the look of pure panic as my 145lbs slide right into you taking your legs out from under you, to my horror you fall right on top of me making me lay flay on my back on the slippery surface. My momentum still makes us slide. I try wrap my arms around you more because I need something .. anything to hold on to. I struggle trying to stop us with my feet but we end up smacking into the glass window with a THUDDD that attracts onlookers. That is when I realize that I am in my bra and panties with my mouth hanging open trying to gulp air and instead you have pushed two fingers deep into my mouth. I almost gag on them, but gritting my teeth I try to roll us over

Bratt_Hazel: *im flung over effortlessly in the sea of slick oil, and come back up on top just as easily, catching a glimpse of people beginning to gather, phones coming out, muffled exclamations of mixed excitement and disgust. And then just as quickly im tumbled again, as we roll halfway across the floor in a series of brief struggles with limbs kicking out but gaining no purchase, each determined grapple introducing more oil between our tensing bodies until it devolves into a slippery mess. I grab for your bra straps one by one in the chaos, trying to hook them around your elbows, but ultimately gaining no real advantage, feeling my hair slick and matt to the back of my head and upper back, letting out small grunts of exertion*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: You are light enough that I easily roll you over, but I have no way to arrest my momentum and we roll over again and again. The phone flashes make the whole experience eerie. The hard part for me is that my size doesn't give me much advantage especially as both of our bodies get slippery it is hard to even grip. And much worse part for me is that I have always found you attractive and rubbing against your curves while being so scantily clad isn't helping keep my focus in the slightest. You fumble with my bra straps, but I keep moving my hands trying to push and shove at your body, but by now both your body and my hands are too slick with oil to be effective. "This is your idea of cleanup? Getting us oily and dirty on floor?" I groan

Bratt_Hazel: *i end up beneath you eventually as our momentum is curbed, bumping into a large dryer, sending us into a slow motion spin on the floor* "mmhh...the...cleanup...is after..." *I bite sensually into the base of your neck despite the taste of olive oil, growling for comical effect, while i writhe beneath you, manouvering. Slowly i begin to grapevine your thick, muscled legs outward, reaching down with both hands for one of the only things i can grasp... Your panties. With a swift tug upward i lift the top of them halfway up my stomach, holding on for dear life*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: Finally. You end up under me and I smile down "mmm that is where you belong kitten, but you bite your lower lip knowing fully well how distracted I get watching you do that or bite your finger. While I am busy staring at the lovely scene and debating if I should kiss and nibble on that lower lip you manage to slide your legs inside mine and grapevine my legs outward. I try to hold position to no avail. As my legs open my upper body leans more into you and my breasts threaten to come down over your face. You respond by pulling my panties up giving me a huge wedgie. "uuuhhhh nuh.. you brat" I groan and lower my big twins covered in olive oil stained bra right over your pretty face

Bratt_Hazel: *as your huge boobs loom over my face i know im in trouble, pulling at your distorted panties in hard, swift yanks, some of which produce small tearing sounds as the fabric threatens to give way, hoping to slip you high enough to avoid suffocation. But you use your weight to press them down, enveloping both sides of my face in the ruined lace and voluminous soft cleavage, abandoning both the wedgie and the grapevine, as i begin to struggle to even breathe. Instead I switch to grinding my slick thigh against the the thin, stretched sliver of fabric which still remains, grasping your ass and digging my nails into both cheeks in two sharp semicircle patterns, my voice muffled below you* "mmmmffff!! Mmmm!!! Get...offf meeee!"

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: "uuughh...gawd.. my..." I cry out as your wedgie really drives me forward, my big twins almost sliding off your face and my poor thong is almost in tatters and even what is remaining is wedgied so tight I might as well be nude. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out. But at least I have got your face trapped between my sweaty and oil covered tits. Your muffled gasps and struggles tell me all I need to know. I take a moment to glance at the glass and see that we have got plenty of people watching. There is some group that is snickering and moving away but a large group seems to be just transfixed and watching. My distraction proves to be my undoing as your hands grab my ass cheeks and you dig your nails in them and push. With our bodies slick with oil it has just enough push there I end up sliding forward and my head smacks right into the dryer that we have been near. "ugghhhh" I groan and my hands for to cover my forehead

Bratt_Hazel: *i slip out from under you sideways, fighting to prop myself up on the slick floor, trying to take no notice of the muffled cheers and boos, and the enthusiastic drumming on the windows. One of my legs is already caught between your thick, muscled amazon thighs, so i swivel around locking our hips tightly, lifting one of your thighs against my body and hugging around it with both arms. Tenuously extending a foot, i try to reach your face, but the height difference is too much so i instead brace it against your ruined bra, rocking myself in short, hard grinds against you in a dominant trib position, hoping you will succumb at least a little before you recover. Only the thin slivers of fabric remain between us, so there is little protection for even myself in the slick, heated clash, gritting my teeth as i hiss* "Give it...up...Bethhhh...."

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: You slide out from under me and then you are lifting my leg. Still groggy from my head hitting the dryer I lay there trying to push up but the combination of grogginess and the slick oil covered flooring make that so hard. Not to mention the constant drone of the crowd outside catcalling, cheering, booing and knocking on the glass. When you hold my leg up I figure it is because you want to stop me from getting up, but then you start to rock your hips and I feel that delicious friction. My nipples stiffen poking from my bra. I let out a groan "Wh.....a....t... are...you...brat...stop....uuuhhhhh nuh....."

Bratt_Hazel: *Finding one of the now obviously raised, sensitive nipples and rolling it under my toe as best i can, my sole kneads your large, soft tit, taking advantage of its size. Slamming my hips forcefully, producing the occasional wet, oily smack of our bodies colliding, relishing your moans and trying desperately to ignore my diminishing ability to hold mine in. Watching you begin to recover, I decide its now or never. Abandoning the trib I begin to climb you, scampering as quickly as I dare up your slippery midsection, half sliding, grasping your bra to help me vault the large obstacles contained within it Landing straddled just below your neck, I spread my shins as wide as i can against the floor on my slippery and precarious perch, panting lightly from the workout and grinning down at you broadly*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: I grit my teeth, yes I have had a crush on you forever, but I am not letting someone half my size have her way with me and make me erupt especially not Sybille's feral kitten. I start to push up despite the oily surface but you respond by finally letting my leg go and stopping tribbing, but you slide up my body shoving me down flat on my back. Before I know it you are sitting with your knees pinning my arms and shoulders and your tush on my chest. Normally I would just throw you off, but damn it how does she know to do that. You grin down at me probably knowing fully well what it does to see you smile at me like that. My entire body trembles and I look up at with a pout. "N.....not...fair"

Bratt_Hazel: *i realise how cemented my advantage has become and take my time, grasping your greasy blonde hair in a tight fist, slowly inching my way toward your face, walking my knees and carefully keeping your arms pinned, feeling my anticipation grow. Im already so worked up at this point, its hard to slow down, pausing to blow you a sensual kiss, my eyes meeting yours with a firey desire as my slippery mound reaches your chin. No longer able to resist, i slide the rest of the way over your mouth to claim my reward, finally allowing a loud, punctuated moan to slip from my lips, almost oblivious to the crowd outside as it reaches a fever pitch of boos, cheers, jeering and banging on the windows*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth:

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: My eyes go wide as saucers as I stare up at you. Normally I tower over you, but in this position your look so big and your chest looks so imposing too. You are holding my hair with one hand and your kitty is practically rubbing on my chin. You are not even looking at me, instead you are lost in your own world and then the smell hits me. How did I miss it before. The darn oil and sweat smells have been masking your arousal, but now it is clear and then you moan. She is not even treating this like a fight, she thinks she has already won like I am some hopeless jobber who would start licking her clean. Oh she has lot to learn I think to myself. I relax my body as if I am giving in and even let out a long slow warm breath over your thong, but then I kick up my legs. Most people don't expect a tall girl like me to be flexible, but I have plenty of practice, my feet hook under your shoulders and I grunt with effort trying to throw you off

Bratt_Hazel: *A look of utter surprise on my face, i try to resist you but your legs are like two of mine, and your face so slick, my ass slowly glides over it as im rotated backward and then pushed down your body rapidly the way i got there until i hit your bra, my legs going out from under me. Kicking frantically against your shoulders, tits and then your crotch, i narrowly avoid being ensnared by the long, powerful legs, landing on my butt on the floor, gliding almost frictionlessly until a dryer hits my back. I climb back onto my knees, frustrated at being robbed and having underestimated my quarry, a more determined look on my face*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: *It works. But then there is a reason why I have been swimming everyday since I was six and why my long legs are my pride. I slowly sit up careful not to slide out of control. I keep my back to washer to anchor myself and looking at your frustrated reaction give a small smile and lick my lips. "So miss feral kitten ..nice planning.. I am so flattered you went through so much trouble to try to ensnare me. It makes my heart feel so warm and fuzzy. But.. if you think you can take me down with a look, tease and a little advantage of leverage.. I will have you know I was seducing alphas well before you even started thinking about it. Now you have a choice babygirl.. you can be a good girl, apologize and take your punishment or... I take you to what was that you said.. cleaners"

Bratt_Hazel: *a look of defiance crosses my face, hardening my resolve, no longer looking at you as a sensual plaything but a foe to be taken down. I slip my thong off, gliding it down my thighs easily, holding it scrunched in one hand, completely nude amid renewed catcalls and camera flashes scattering light into the room like a storm, declaring obstinately* "I choose neither! Youre mine you big bish!" *spreading my thighs wide entirely unashamedly, in a confident, challenging stance*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: There is that stubborn look the cocked chin, widened thighs and the finger that is rocking that spent thong like it is a trophy. You sit up and now despite the flashes and catcalls and fans clearly on your side I know that you are laser focused on me. I give you a small smirk "Oh I have always been yours kitten.. just not in the way that you think" But having made that proclamation I am now faced with a choice. I don't know how to move here without slipping and sliding. My eyes take in the scene the far side with the glass windows, the back room behind you the rows of washers and dryers. And then it hits me. I need to get off the oil part. If I can get you to back room I will be able to stand and use my size. A smirk and I turn so I can grab the washer with my hands. Some might call this running away, but I call it strategic retreat. I push on the washer trying to impart enough force to go away from it and toward another row of washers and dryers

Bratt_Hazel: *i stand tentatively, pushing myself off of my own dryer and skating rapidly toward you, yelling at your retreating back* "Coward!" *You reach the safety of the next row of dryers first and i clamber down the row after you in pursuit, starting to realise youre heading toward the darkened doorway. Slipping the leg of my thong over your head, i make an impromptu leash, pulling backward on it sharply and holding on with everything i can summon, but despite my best efforts, your crashing frame takes me down with you in a desperate scramble of limbs on the slick, ice-like surface*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: *Your words sting, but I don't stop, but my hurry and desperation are not match for your precise moves. Still I know I can make it until you get close enough to slip your thong's leg over my head. The sheer audacity to try to leash me with your thong is so shocking I freeze and then your body crashes into me sending me crashing boobs first into cold washer. There are only two more washers and I would have been away from oil, but now I am once again hopelessly pinned. Not able to get any leverage using my legs I can only try to push the washer with my arms trying to push my upper body into you in hopes of making you loose balance and release me. My one hand desperately trying to pry your thong off my head

Bratt_Hazel: *fortuitously for me you have fallen boobs first, halfway arched against the washer. Even after the advantages i created, subduing you is still proving to be very difficult. I use my nimbleness to clamber onto your lower back, using the modest weight i have and leaning back, still clutching the thong tightly in an attempt to keep you arched despite us both slowly gliding away from the machine. Using my free hand i reach back to spank you in between your flailing thighs repeatedly, hitting the stretched and ruined remnants of your panties in a series of wet-sounding slaps* "uuughhhh...give...innnn...Bethhhhh!"

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: The crowd's reaction is instant. Blinding flashes, catcalls and cheers increase drastically as to them it looks like you first made me scared enough to run from you and then you caught me and are using the thong leash to control my upper body and you force me down and spank my inner thighs. I can't help but let out a yelp. I try to push up with my hands on the floor, but the slippery floor gives me no leverage. "Hazel.. no.. ple.a.s.e.. stop.." I can't help. but plead.. I try to move my hands back trying to cover mysef and save my skin from spanking

Bratt_Hazel: *i intensify the slaps, stinging my own hand against the tender skin of your inner thighs, your blindly grasping hands more of an inconvenience than an impediment. I start giving hard yanks on my twisted thong, tightening and tugging it against your neck, desperately trying to subdue you as the crowd chants and boos amid incessant drumming and almost strobelike camera flashes now* "No! Not until you say it! Say youre my loser, bish!" *SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: You have always been so sweet keeping me in your lap sharing your drinks with me that this side of you is complete surprise. MY thighs are turning red and my face too is turning red as your thong is starting choke my neck. I try to respond and my mouth opens but words don't come out as I am starting to run out of air. My hands desperately try to pry your thong from my neck

Bratt_Hazel: *i move from your thighs to your firm, rounded butt cheeks, now attacking them with the same ferocity, my eyes beginning to water from the stinging on my palm and fingers, but determinedly leaving their crimson prints all over your pale skin until they overlap into two brightly flushed hemispheres. The loud slaps echo amid the sounds from the now raucous crowd outside, unrelenting from the tugging on your 'leash'*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: Finally I manage to tug the thong enough that the edge instead of digging against my neck and choking me is tucked half over my chin and some over my mouth. Finally able to get in air I start to cry out my submission over and over "Ple.a.s.e.. sob... no.. sob.. stop.. sob.. I.. am.. sob.. loser.. ple.a.s.e. no more.. sob.. I give.." my words only half understandable due to sobs and whimpers combined with the thong half muffling my words. My reddened tush and thighs tremble as my body is wrecked by sobs

Bratt_Hazel: *i let go of my thong, instead hooking my fingers into the corners of your mouth, my feet pushing at the slippery floor, slowly, incrementally turning us to face the crowd where i pose for a few seconds, the flashes blinding us both. I slip my fingers from your mouth, leaning down to kiss the back of your head affectionately, before climbing off of you to crawl/slide my way to a row of dryers, climbing up on top to rest, my eyes hunting for the keys, eventually catching them glinting in the bright lights. Laboriously retrieving them, i come across your ruined sundress in the back room and deciding its better than nothing, wrap it around myself, hugging the shadows in the quiet, dark alley to my car*

Blonde_Amazon_Beth: Mercifully you stop spanking me. My tush is so red and even settling it on oil only makes it worse as the oil is warm. You push your fingers in my mouth and as I whimper I end up suckling on them. You show me off to crowd and I don't even dare look up. When you kiss back of my head I hope this is over and you will help me out of here, but you untangle yourself from me and walk away. Still holding on hope that you will come back I stay there just hugging myself until I hear the sound of back door opening. I look up and let out a loud cry "Hazel.. don't leave me.. here.. " but my cries are only met with closing door. My sobs turn into hot anger as by the time I manage to crawl to the back room and when I don't see my sundress I grumble "That feral kitten is so getting her ears pinned" Luckily there is a dryer with some drying clothes and while nothing is of my size I manage to find a towel that I tie up around me. It covers just barely from my nipples to the upper part of my tush but it will have to do. I look for my car keys and after a bit find them and then as I step out of the door I know I will be going after that naughty kitten.. soon