No Holding Back: Queen Bee, #3

By Caitlyn Norrel

Trang and Linh are two gorgeous, dark-haired models who in a wicked turn of events have tied for possession of the much-coveted title of Queen Bee. Both are gorgeous, determined and prideful, neither willing to share in the glory of what the title has to offer. Multiple fights have been waged between the two gorgeous models, each battle getting more desperate and sinful than the last. Vicious catfighting has quickly evolved into frantic sexual competitions that can only be waged between orgasmic women with everything to lose, yet even after forcing each other to countless detonations it still seems the two gorgeous models have a few taboos in place...yet with every fight these barriers fall away more and more.

Multiple times the two devastating beauties have met in writhing, agonizing ecstasy, vicious competitions that leave them sore, sweaty, sobbing and yet somehow begging for more. Every time however, the two models have been forced to part before they can settle anything. Pain, pleasure, hatred and excitement have become almost second nature to them now, yet they fear the title of the Queen Bee will truly have to be shared if one cannot make the other quit.

This night however, in a frantic effort to let the two incredible, sexual warriors settle who truly deserves the crown a mysterious benefactor has booked the two of them a hotel suite...for a full eighteen hours where Linh and Trang will be completely alone. Eighteen hours where the two model enemies can do anything and everything to each other in order to settle this, with no one to break them apart or interrupt them. Up until now the two gorgeous women have sworn there are some acts of lesbian lust they will never engage in...yet with everything on the line and eighteen uninterrupted hours of conquest, those taboos may become shattered. Trang and Linh ravage each other's body mercilessly, from the time the moon shines through the windows upon their forms until well past the moments the sun caresses their skin...but after everything they've already done to each other without either surrendering, will eighteen hours even be enough? With the prize of the crown on the line and the orgasmic agony and pleasurable pain wrecking their forms, it may be time to engage in struggles they swore they never would...there's No Holding Back now...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Caitlyn Norrel
• Release date: Dec 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215899182

Caitlyn Norrel

Writer of filthy sexfight stories, lover of desperate lesbian lust, and enjoyer of the fantastic, beautiful rivalries between gorgeous, sexual women! Blondes, brunettes, redheads, tresses of any color...I love writing the fantasies in my head about the rivalries between all! I hope my dirty fantasies will satisfy yours...

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No Holding Back

Caitlyn Norrel

**All characters in this work of fiction are at least 18 years of age.**

**Published by Caitlyn Norrel (author and copywrite holder) on Smashwords 12/1/23

Linh could feel her heart racing as her fingertips traced the curves of her flawless skin. She marveled again at her own perfection, swore she was the immaculate goddess that deserved to win the crown, that the slut she constantly had to fight over it could never match her own beauty. She willed even her aura to burn brighter than any other woman’s ever could, and she could feel the destiny of this night coursing through her form.

She glanced towards the full-length mirror that stood across from the bed, taking in every inch of her sexual, naked form. Long, dark hair framed an angelic face so beautiful that just a glance from her smokey eyes could bend any man to her will…but the sinful devil behind her angel eyes promised she wasn’t afraid to get bitchy and vicious in order to get what she felt she deserved; her constant war with Trang proved that multiple times over.

Just the thought of the other nasty slut made Linh fucking moan! As her nipples hardened swiftly to her thoughts Linh glanced across her heavy, sensitive breasts, admiring the taut, proud, natural sexual weapons she’d used to desperately try and pound Trang into submission, and as the phantom sensations of Trang’s powerful breasts pounding right back seared through her Linh’s pussy throbbed to the beat of her memories!

She didn’t even try to stifle her moan as she spread her legs wide, admiring the flawless, shaven sex that had become the second half of her sexual arsenal. For the past year she’d kept her pussy hair in a perfectly trimmed love strip, but knowing the desperate, squirting fuckwar that was about to begin she’d shaven it completely. She had gotten tired of feeling the other filthy whore’s cum soaking into her brush, though she knew without it there would be no more padding when slamming cunt to cunt and no protection from feeling the other slut’s honey fully against her skin…but with everything else that had happened she felt there was no other way. In the dim light of the hotel room she could already see a faint glistening upon her sex, even just minutes after showering! Fuck Trang made her so fucking horny! Just thinking about the two of them slamming cunt to cunt like filthy sluts, even as an act of merciless war, made her pussy fucking beg for it!

As the faint smell of her own pheromones reached out to her she breathed in deeply, taking in her own aromas, committing them to memory…soon they would be entwined with Trang’s so furiously that the only way to be able to smell only her own again would be to fuck Trang’s out for good! She knew tonight she wouldn’t be stopped, that this fight she’d have enough time to drain her nasty slut enemy dry! She remembered how towards the end of their manic clench, even when Trang was coming harder than ever her filthy pussy was surrendering less cum!

For a moment she let the memories flow, her body squirming in horny delight, fighting desperately against her urges to masturbate fully as her tender, soft pussy caressed the sheets beneath her! She nearly winced from the contact; two days of rest had done her wonders, but even that hadn’t fully allowed the soreness of her twat to fully wane. As her memories focused on how frantically Trang had screamed Linh nearly fucking came right on the bed! She knew her nasty slut enemy’s pussy was still sore too, probably even sorer! In the end it wouldn’t matter though…how sore they started would be nothing compared to the fucking agony they’d feel by the end. If anything, beginning this filthy fucking war already in pain would cause their desperation to spike immediately! One or both of their pussies would be fucking shattered long before this filthy fucking war was finished; and she growled audibly as her memories descended into the hell of how Trang had been able to punish her pussy in retaliation.

Linh closed her eyes, asking herself if she was truly willing to do this. If she was gonna have enough time to drain Trang’s fucking pussy dry, then Trang would have enough time to drain her own dry as well. If that happened, if her pussy could no longer surrender any more cum and Trang still hadn’t surrendered she and the other slut may be forced to continue fucking, raw and sore with nothing but hate to drive them on! To fuck another whore with neither of them being able to come, to continue the battle even when neither of them had anything left to give, was something she had never thought of doing before, but as everything she’d done to get here, everyone she had to prove herself to, shocked through her mind she opened her eyes with a wicked smile. Fuck yeah, she was willing to do this…and if Trang was willing to fight and fuck her to the ends of their cream and further she’d make sure the other whore never fucking crossed her again!

Linh stood from the bed as the clock ticked away another minute; if she was even a second late she knew Trang would take it as some kind of weakness, and as she glared into her own eyes in the mirror she swore there wasn’t an ounce of weakness left in her! There was nothing she wouldn’t fucking do now, nothing she’d be too scared to do to this other nasty brunette whore in order to win the crown she knew she fucking deserved! She turned back to the mattress, glancing across the lingerie she had spread out before her on the silken sheets…the same sexy, black lingerie she had been gifted on the very first day she and Trang had met. It had been the lingerie she had first worn when she and Trang had their first, frantic catfight, God she almost laughed at how timid they had been just a few weeks ago! In their first catfight they had been almost afraid of matching skin to skin, and just the touch of pussy against pussy even through their lingerie had made them come! It had been nothing more than shock, but it fueled nearly everything they did to try and destroy each other now. In her desperate fights with Trang since she’d realized sex between women wasn’t an admittance of sexual attraction, it was a weapon; and between whores who each think she’s the better woman it’s almost the only way! To meet Trang again in the same exact lingerie she’d worn on the day they’d begun this bitter rivalry seemed so perfect…and she almost prayed Trang would think of the same.

She took the thin, black lace panties daintily in her fingertips, bringing them up to her beautiful face, breathing deeply. They had been washed since that first desperate day, but like a faint memory she could almost sense the aromas of her own surrender still upon the lace. If she tried hard enough, she could imagine Trang’s aromas mixing with her own as well. Even during that first climax she hadn’t wanted to admit it, but both she and her enemy had come hard from the accidental contact, each woman’s scents driving slightly into the other’s lace even through her own. She knew it was only from her wild imagination, but she could nearly still sense a dampness upon them; she knew even her imagination was nothing compared to what was about to happen. She slipped them on gently, one leg at a time, and as the lace touched her sensitive pussy she grinded her own wetness into the fabric hard. She knew she needed a head start if she were to still be able to claim these panties after this was all over…though she knew there may be nothing wearable left of her lace by the time this filthy battle was finished.

She slipped her garter belt on next, adoring the way it accentuated her curvaceous hips erotically. She reached for left stocking first, then her right, the thin, dark lace constricting firmly around her powerful, shaven legs. She hooked the garters securely to her stockings, giving the suspenders a slight tug to ensure everything was tight, and as she felt the pressure from her own pull she nearly trembled! The sexual tension hanging in the air was so fucking erotic, even from her own body that her pussy tingled! It took every ounce of control she had not to hurry; she was so fucking ready for she and Trang to tear into each other, but she knew this night would turn to hell long before they were finished, and she had to savor this moment while it lasted.

She slipped the form-fitting top over everything else last; the almost transparent fabric hugged her breasts close, revealing deep, sensual cleavage that would drive even an enemy crazy! The lace continued down across the rest of her upper body, ending exactly where the garter-belt did; the frilly skirt that concealed the garter-belt but left the gorgeous cords connecting to her stockings in full view was an almost orgasmic finish to the voluptuous appearance of a sex-addicted angel. Everything she wore belonged only to a goddess, to the true Queen Bee; and she was ready to fight Trang tooth and nail in order to prove she was the slut who deserved this once and for all!

Over her lingerie she tossed on a stark-white coat; the hem ended just above her gorgeous, sexual legs, barely over the frills of her skirt and her dark, lace panties. It was enough to conceal her body from anyone who may be able to look upon her beauty before she reached her destination, but the revealed garters and stockings beneath…there would be no hiding she was approaching a sexual meeting. She felt her heart racing as she realized even if someone was able to tell she was headed to an erotic rendezvous, the truth of a wild, hellacious catfight that would unavoidably lead to the violent sex only possible between enemies would never cross their mind.

Linh trembled as she stepped towards the door; the air around her was cool, but her quiver had nothing to do with the temperature. She knew what was at stake this night, was almost fearful and nervous…but she was so fucking excited too! She was about to have the most incredible, sexual night of her life…and the fact she was sharing it with the woman she hated more than anything only made