Arm candy competition
Dudley D
Ann and I were invited to a strange New Years Eve party in the very upper crust side of town. The invitation stated Ann had been recommended to the group based upon her beauty and her victory over Susan in a fight earlier in the year.
It went on to say the party was limited to 20 couples and that they must have an answer by the first week of December, as the party was very selective in who was invited.
The dress code was a football jersey, with or without a bra, garter belt, panties or thongs, hose, and heels. Let there be no mistake you will be in competition with the other women to be able to hold on to your current husband or friend, or to take another’s husband if he offered more arm candy opportunities in social circles throughout the winter cruise and balls held throughout the nation. This might come down to a catfight with the winner fisting the pussy of the looser to establish she was this year’s arm candy.
The wife was taken back by the severity of the contest. I told her it appeared that it was only for a year where you would be at call for arm candy duties. Plus, you might not win, then its over, and I doubt that you would be invited back next year. After all you’ve only had one fight, but fisting the other woman’s pussy didn’t bother you as you ripped Susan’s prize apart.
Even if you were to loose, the competition would be outstanding. “You wouldn’t mind if my pussy was ripped apart by another woman?” Ann said. I hate to bust your bubble, but you might not even reach the height to where another woman had to defend her territory. You’re going to be in an arm candy contest, not a neighborhood contest. Until we see what the competition is, it’s hard to say. They all may be California 20 something’s with hard bodies, in that case you might want to head for the hills. But then again, they may be older and very skittish about your competition.
Send the invitation back; this may be a great opportunity to see what I have, in beauty, my pussy, and in catfights. If it’s a consolation, Robert is still waiting to see your pussy that Susan wasn’t woman enough to expose.
New Years Eve came quickly. Ann was nervous as we entered the party, she wore a KY jersey, earlier when we sent in the RSVP we had to tell the host what the jersey would be so there would be no duplicates. She wore a black garter belt, black semi-shear panties, black hose and heels. She was dynamite, the scant panties allowed just enough of her bush to show to entice the men and show the women she was there to compete.
Finally all the women were here. They ran the gamut from about 35-55 in age. All wore panties that high lighted their pussy. Two women were sporting their shaved bush. Later I found out that one of the husbands loved his wife’s naked slit, while the other husband hated his wife’s. As the evening wore on and the alcohol was beginning to take effect he came up to me and said, you’re wife has a beautiful pussy, it protrudes from her body, not like a slit hidden by the thighs of others. I must agree, I said. Then the guy said I want your wife to rip her hairless pussy to pieces. Which one is your wife? I said. She’s the skinny little blond bitch over there. “I know your wife could take her. How old is she, I said. She’s 38. Has she every fought anyone, I asked. Two years ago, she beat the hell out of my arm candy and took her place. What happened to your old arm candy? Once you loose-you loose, no rematch. How old was she? 52, the fight wasn’t even close.
I told him I thought that someone else might have a better chance with winning against your wife as Ann was 48. I don’t care I think she can take her, was his reply.
Then Susan appeared and walked up to Ann and said, “Tonight your pussy is mine.” Ann was taken back; she had not noticed Susan or Robert before. Robert cornered me please for my sanity make Ann fight Susan, instead of someone else. She’s driving me crazy, every day it’s I want Ann’s pussy. I will tell you Ann is well liked with the men. I’ve heard two or three stating they would like to pair their wives up with Ann. The women are eyeballing her too. Please make it happen between Susan and Ann. I can’t promise anything, but I wouldn’t mind seeing that fight again. I think Susan has an outstanding pussy, with or without Ann’s fist in it.
Around 11:00 pm Ann and I compared how the evening was going. Ann said I’ve been threatened by five women, and approached by seven men to become their arm candy. Yeah I’ve gotten a few of the men’s offer. Was one from a man who has a blond bitch of a wife? Yeah, you met him too. I met him and later her, she told how she had beaten up his arm candy two years age, and that I reminded her of the old person. She told me how she loves to take on older women that think they’re still hot and turn their pussy inside-out. She grabbed my crotch and challenged me to fight later on. WOW, I said, now you have blond bitch and Susan. No, I have two more that wants my pussy. See the tall brunette, she’s one and the slightly older blond with a little weight, I found out she’s 55. I think I would like to fight her, and I know her husband wants me to rip her pussy apart, he told me.
She’s been avoiding me, so I’m going to check her out, I’ll be back.
Susan came up to me and again talked about wanting Ann. I asked if she had been challenged by other women. Yes two, including the young blond bitch and the red head. Look I said, you can get Ann anytime, why not go for a different person. Take on one of the other’s; I’ll make sure you get that rematch with Ann.
The time was fast approaching for the women, and husbands to match who they wanted to fight. There was a possibility that a woman could be challenged by more than one. Then it was negotiated as to who the fighters would be.
Ann came back, I want the older blond, and her husband said he would write it in, however, the husband of the blond bitch was going to write my name in as well. I told the older blond I was going to challenger her. What did she say? Go for it, but you could tell she was nervous.
The pairings did have more than one, and Ann was asked who she would prefer to fight, she said Marcie who was the older blond. Marcie and her husband and I agreed. The blond bitch got Susan. Both Robert and I had to calm Susan down.
Marcie was beautiful, long legs with just a touch of weight. Since the breast didn’t count, Marcie was 5’.5” tall, and 135 pounds. Ann was 5’2” and 120 pounds. Marcie’s black panties exposed her pussy about the same as Ann’s. Both women were proud, however, Ann’s pussy protruded more, giving the men a bigger thrill.
They wasted no time going at each other’s hair. It was evident early that Marcie’s height and weight were an advantage as Ann was tossed repeatedly to the ground. The group cheering was evenly divided between the two women. Both women were in excellent shape. Ann was hoping to stay in the fight long enough for Marcie’s added weight to become a detriment rather than a plus for Marcie.
After about four minutes both women were exhausted and sweating from the intense fighting. Marci liked the power of head and leg locks. One head lock was so severe that be the time Ann had broken it, she was obviously weak, gasping and staggering why Marci didn’t go in for the victory no one knew.
Marci took her jersey off allowing for a greater coolness, thus exposing her beautiful breasts; Ann did the same exposing her firm C tits. Marci won this contest as her breast were as firm and larger. Marci lunged for Ann’s tits, but Ann instead of going for Marci’s tits actually tackled Marci to the ground. Marci was caught by surprise by this move. Ann jumped up and started kicking Marci especially in her legs and abdominal areas. Then moving up and delivered several kicks to Marci’s breasts. Marci was screaming, she was being hurt, but all she could do was roll over protecting her breast and abdomen, but Ann continued the kicks to Marci’s legs. Marci tried to get up but was beaten back to the floor. Marci did get to her knees and that’s when Ann grabbed her panties and took them to her knees, then pushed her to the ground allowing her to remove them.
The crowd was going wild as Marci knew she had to do something fast before she began to feel Ann’s wrath into her pussy. Marci turned over and tried to quick Ann, unfortunately she missed but in doing so exposed her pussy which Ann sent the first of several fist into Marci’s pussy and breasts. Marci made the fatal mistake of trying to cover her breasts and pussy rather than fighting back. Ann jumped up and delivered kicks to Marci’s breast and pussy: Marci was screaming from the pain. Then Ann drove her finger nails into Marci’s pussy with the resulting pain to much for Marci to continue. She screamed to stop the fight.
Ann stood up and raised her arms in victory while she accepted the applause from the group. Marci was still lying on her back rolling from side to side, and still clutching her pussy, and crying.
Ann had won her second fight within a year without ever loosing her panties. An accomplishment since she had never fought up to this year.
She was now officially arm candy, earning the right through her beauty and victory. Marci’s husband congratulated Ann on a great fight and victory, and eventually even Marci. “I knew this day would come,” said Marci, adding you’re not that much younger than I, so enjoy your victory this year.
Only Susan and the blond bitch did not congratulate Ann. Susan was mad that she did not fight Ann at the party. “I know I can whip Ann’s ass,” said Susan. I think you can too, after all I promised you the second chance. In fact you could catch Ann in the car and you might be able to whip her ass in a surprise move tonight.
I was waiting on Ann to freshen up and return to the party. What I saw was unbelievable, in a darken side room the blond bitch had thrown Ann up against the wall and had her hand down Ann’s panties. Fortunately she was just intimidating Ann, and not looking for a fight unless Ann wanted to go at it-now. She allowed Ann to leave but she had accomplished her fete; to intimidate Ann.
Ann was noticeable shook up by the ordeal, but she went on and joined the party.
The blond bitch came up to me and said next year your wife’s pussy will be hanging from my rear view mirror if she has the guts to show up. Defending the wife, I said maybe it would be your pussy hanging from our rear view mirror. Nice try, she said, did you see the fright on her face, and how easy I got to her pussy. Even by some quirk that happened; my pussy hanging from your mirror would be an improvement to what you have now.