This is a story of fiction. racial undertones are present in this story. The N-Word is used a couple of times. m/f f/f
6, 7, "Stay down bitch" I managed to say through my mouth teeth as I bit down hard on my mouthguard. 8, 9, 10... "That's it, fights over" I jumped on the cage-side ecstatic to win my fifth consecutive fight in as many tries. I'm not your typical female MMA fighter, and honestly, I couldn't imagine in a million years that my life could've ended up this way.
I grew up the youngest, a twin, and only daughter to my parents and their 6 kids. My dad, as well as my five brothers seems to have wrestled right out of the womb. All of them ended up wrestling on a collegiate level, with two making it as alternates on the 2012 Olympic team. Growing up I felt that in order for me to get any kind of attention, that I needed to follow suite and become a wrestler, so that's what I did. I also need to add that growing up, I had my fair share of fights with my brothers and often bested my twin when it came to fisticuffs.....
I wrestled throughout Highschool, but going into Senior year my breasts bloomed into succulent D-cups that fit nicely on my slim, but athletic frame. My blue eyes, pouty lips and my crown of blonde hair completed the image of that fucking hot bitch that most people either hated or was someone's wet dream.
I quickly moved away from the wrestling mat to conquer the more cliche life of an American teenager. Hanging out with the popular crowd, and dating the star quarterback, Asher Simms, of the East Lansing, Highschool Football team.
Senior year was also the year that I unearthed more sinister desires within myself. I don't really know how it started, but I've developed a real twisted love/hate relationships when dealing with females. I could be a real bitch to females when I wanted to be. I would often goad other girls into verbal and physical altercations whenever possible. My favorite pass time was bruising up their pretty faces until they were left crying and sobbing in a heap of mascara and fake eyelashes.
Humiliating and hurting them always left me sexually aroused. The sheer thought of it made my pussy so wet that it drenched through the crotch of whatever I was wearing that day. The altercations that I had, and the harder that I hit them the more aroused I became.
However, one altercation sticks out above the rest. I remember it, as if it happened just the other day. Keisha Allen was Asher's ex girlfriend and by default my worst enemy. Keisha was a track and field athlete that was as beautaful as she was athletic. She had the most beutaful chocolate skin, big tits, and a ass that begged to be violated. I would often hear Keisha refer to me as "That White Bitch" whenever I passed her in the hallway. I'm not sure why she was being racial considering that Asher was your typical all american white boy with rich parents, and a privileged upbringing.
To be sure, I don't harbor any white supremacist idealoligy or have a racist bone in my body, however, I do believe that there is nothing more hotter than females who share my Nordic heritage. Anyways, since Keisha was so interested with calling me a White Bitch, I thought that it would only be fitting to make her My Black Bitch......
It was the last period of the day when I made my move. I walked past Keisha and her group of friends and said something that I knew would set her off... " Hey, you and your kind don't really belong here, Keisha. Wouldn't you be more comfortable in the ghetto? I'm sure that you can smoke your weed and have your baby daddy's without leaving your low income apartment complex" I then walked away to one of the unused mobile classrooms near the back of the school and waited.
As I was leaving I overheard her and her friends saying: "Who the fuck does that white bitch think she is? I'm going to beat her mother fucking ass" I waited in the classroom for Keisha to arrive. My pussy was getting so wet at the anticipation of the confrontation with Keisha. I was absolutely dripping by the time that she arrived.
"You racist bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are?" Said Keisha
"Excuse me" I said with a smirk on my face. "What did you say nigger?"
Keisha was furiouse. I could see the rage in her eyes as she lunged towards me. I quickly side stepped her, and threw her into the grouping of desks that were set behind me. In a flash I jumped on top of her, and trapped her arm to the side of her body with my thighs. I'm sure that she could smell my arousal and feel my hot sticky wetness on her stomach as it soaked through her shirt.
"Get the fuck off of me bitch" said Keisha. At that point it was time to ground and pound. I made sure to hit her body as not to leave any noticeable bruising on her beautiful face. My first punch was to the side of her stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of her. I continued to wail on her for about two minutes making sure to pinch the nipples of the ample tits that she possesses. Keisha was a sobbing mess by the time that I finished working her over.
I scooted up further on her body so that I could posture up and look down at her. "Keisha,....... Keisha, look at me." I said. "Keisha, you don't speak to your superior in that way, ever. "Now I want you to look at me and say I'm sorry, Becky" I slapped her across the face to get her attention. "Keisha, say that you're sorry for talking to me that way, and that you'll never do it again" I was absolutely drenched by this time, and I would surly go over the edge if she actually said it..
