The brunette smirked at the stocky guy, “Oh I intend to.” So saying the brunette shoved the blonde off her knee and stood up. She rolled the gasping blonde onto her back on the sand and stamped hard on her tummy. Placing one foot on the blonde’s mouth she again smirked –this time looking round the crowd of about a dozen guys and a few girls. “She not worth much is she?” The brunette kicked the blonde then looked down at her “lick my toes girl.”
The blonde gasped in pain, she was almost winded from the slam her tummy took. She had expected to win, she thought the fat brunette would be an easy mark, another scalp to add to her collection. She had expected to show off to the guys, she knew she was better looking than that big bitch, she had heard some of the guys cheer for her, she had hoped to have them all cheer. And now she was on her back with the slut’s foot on her mouth. She didn’t know what to expect. What the hell could she do? She was too sore, too tired to fight just now, she needed to get her breath back at least. She knew she had no option but to do as she was told ..for the moment. She licked the brunette’s toes, one by one.
The stocky guy chuckled “ no shes not worth much, you won the fight , what’s the blonde good for now?” he wanted to see just how far this big bitch would go. He expected she would go a lot further yet- she just needed a bit of encouragement. He stepped forward and squeezed the brunette’s left tit.
The blonde grunted, the brunette, the guy, the whole crowd was just treating her like an object. She couldn’t do anything though. Not till she recovered. She kept licking the toes, as if in submission while scheming. She hoped the brunette wouldn’t do much more. She wondered, after the guys comment. She knew the guy was challenging the brunette to go on.
The brunette yelped as the guy squeezed her tit. But she thought, she wanted the guys on side, so she wouldn’t push him away- not yet- maybe not ever. She wanted to be the centre of attention. “She’s not worth anything is she? oh well..nah; she might be good as a footstool”. The brunette looked at the guy. She rubbed her foot over the blonde’s face, she shifted her foot and stroked the fallen girl’s tit with her foot. The blonde’s nipple sprung to attention. The brunette giggled “hot for something girlie?”
The blonde blushed, there was no way she wanted this, but her body betrayed her. She couldn’t say anything. She knew she was getting hot, just like her enemy told her. She looked up, the brunette had bent down. The blonde flinched.
The brunette simply stroked her cheek “Oh you and I know where we stand don’t we blondie. You’re where you belong- at my feet. Come on lick the other toes now.” She stood back, raising her right foot above the blonde’s face. She was so sure now she had this bitch where she wanted her. This bitch who had bit her, had thrown sand in her eyes but who in spite of all those cheating ways had been over her knee squirming and whimpering, who she had dumped on the ground, who had licked her toes.
The blonde shivered, she needed more time to recover her strength, she needed space to repair her nerves, she needed – most of all she needed to get away from the aura of this brunette. She needed to break the spell that the brunette was reinforcing, the spell of control, of power of dominance that was making her hot, making her squirm, making her.
The stocky guy squeezed the brunette’s belly, yanking her towards him. If he hadn’t been there she would have fallen, now she was in his arms. He looked down at her. “what’s a hot girl like you got planned- and perhaps” he looked hard into her eyes “I might have other plans. So might the rest of us. So what have you planned?”
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