****** Catfight Story by Karen in New York ******
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Catfight Story


My so-called "downfall" was at the hands of a Black girl who was a couple of
years younger than me. I'm in my thirties now, and was 28 at that time. At 5'6"
tall and 127 pounds (average office-worker shape, not athletic). I was not much
to look at when compared to her. She worked at the same company I did, but at a
different department and was a good four inches taller than I was and probably
at least thirty pounds heavier.

This girl, Carlene was her name, was built, I mean REALLY built! I've got the
standard sort of hourglass shape and big enough boobs to fill a B cup, but she
made me look like some sort of an under developed shrimp. I guess that's
actually why I didn't like her. As sort of a snooty Blonde who was used to
getting the attention of the men around me, I resented the way she'd get
comments from male workers behind her back when those guys were right in front
of me. It was like they totally ignored me and the rest of the women for the
most part and could only get turned on by her. She'd wear these tight-fitting
tops and go bra-less so that it was no problem for anyone to see her huge
nipples - by their appearance under her tops, I'd guess they were easily more
than twice the size of mine. And, she'd also wear short, hip-hugging skirts to
show off her long legs and what one guy at work called her "killer butt". One
time I got quite bold and asked one of the guys what he thought of my bust
after he'd made a comment about hers to a fellow employee. His reply really
frosted me! He said, "Oh they're okay, but they're only ordinary little boobs.
Carlene's got heavy-duty tits!"

After that I got into the habit of making snide remarks about Blacks in
general, affirmative action, and Carlene's work habits. It wasn't long before
we had a kind of confrontation, but only words were exchanged. Little did I
know at the time, but she had decided to teach me a lesson after-hours. She and
I were some of the people who had to enter data after regular business hours.
At these times there's only be a few people in the building and then only in
certain departments. The cleaning staff didn't come in yet, and the halls and
some of the floors were empty and dark.

Well, it was on one of these evenings that she happened to be there while I
was. She caught me in one of the rest rooms and that's when it happened. I was
on my way out when she reached over and grabbed my arm, sending me sailing
backwards against the long row of sinks. I was furious and rushed straight at
her, but she just caught me, completely overpowered me, and easily forced me
down to my knees. I was howling when she grabbed my hair and pulled me back up
to my feet before tossing me across the room to the floor. I realized that I
was no match for her at all and started to panic. I was going to start
screaming, but she got a hold of me and I felt myself being lifted right off my
feet. I was too shocked to let out a sound and only had my mouth open as she
carried me over to the sinks and then set me down on top of them.

Of course I tried to fight her off, but she just played with my arms as though
they were made of rubber until I was too exhausted to struggle anymore. As I
lay there panting and staring up at her she grinned and then laughed, calling
me a "typical White bitch". Then she stated poking at my boobs with her fingers
and pulling my skirt up over my waist. "Well, let's see what mother nature gave
you! Now, you know what you've got can't compare to all this!" she said as she
postured over me and then shoved her "heavy-duty" set down into my face.

After smothering me a little, she flipped me over and gave me a really hard
spanking until I begged her to leave me alone. Then she made me promise not to
make anymore comments about her and apologize for the ones I'd already made.
And that's pretty much how it ended. She picked me up off the counter and put
me down feet-first on the floor, and then just walked out of the washroom. I
stood there for a minute or two, flustered and trying to fix up the way I
looked, but I was also trying to contain my feelings of sexual arousal. There
was something she set off in me when she just "had her way" so easily and I
couldn't manage any resistance. I felt disciplined and teased all at the same
time, and I knew that with her size and strength she could have easily hurt me,
but instead she only played with me! I don't know, but there's something in
feeling totally under a superior woman's control that just gets me all steamed
up - if you know what I mean?

So I got taught a real lesson and I'm now both intimidated and turned on by
aggressive women - especially women who are bigger, better built, and stronger
than I am.

Karen

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