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Opera
Dos feroces empresarias chocan en un camino estrecho y descubren que su odio es algo mucho más peligroso. Una guerra de cuatro asaltos de cuerpos, orgullo y anhelo.
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The story so far: In part 1 "Single Lane" Silke and Verena, two successful business women, had a chance meeting on a small road, an argument about the right of way escalated into a catfight that turned into a sexual competition. The fight troubled both women and they meet to talk. This second encounter is described in part 2 "Fine Arts". Again they can't resist the temptation to fight physical and sexual. In the end they both accepted the mutual attraction between them. It was evident that they would meet again.
In the first days after she had lost against Verena, Silke was crushed, her self-confidence was destroyed. Then she started training intensively, she went jogging or to the gym on a daily basis. Her thoughts often traveled to Verena's body: every night she masturbated to the thought of beating her blonde enemy. Slowly her confidence came back. After a few weeks Silke felt ready. She was eager for a third meeting. She sent a perfumed letter to her nemesis. Inside was a ticket to the opera, "Die Walküre" by Richard Wagner, and a picture of the dress Silke would wear. It was a cocktail dress made from deep red velvet. She had spent a lot of time and money to find it. The dress was very short to show her beautiful legs and sat tight around her butt and slender waist. The décolleté pushed her small breast into good view. Her well shaped upper arms were bare but her forearms and hands were covered by soft velvet gloves. Finally the big day came. Silke went to the hairdresser in the afternoon to get her honey-colored locks into a grand updo hairstyle. Then she went to a beautician to get a professional makeup.
Full of confidence she marched through the entrance hall of the opera, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. Soon she spotted Verena. As Silke had expected, her light-blonde enemy had spared neither trouble nor expense to look her very best. Verena's hair was in a similar style and she wore a dark blue dress which showed the same amount of skin as Silke's. Like Silke, Verena wore long formal gloves.
Silke's amber eyes and Verena's steel blue eyes met. Their gazes locked together, hard and angry. They walked right into each other, bumping their bodies with as much strength as they dared in public. Then they started to greet each other like best friends, hugging and kissing. After all it was very likely that both of them would meet business partners or colleges here.
"Ready to lose again, bitch?" Verena asked, her voice trembling with excitement. "This time I will destroy you, slut," Silke spat back. "Let's go upstairs."
Silke had rented a loge in the best category. It was positioned right opposite the stage. The only way for someone to look inside was to lean over the balcony from the adjacent loges or from above. Inside the loge stood two heavy, gilded, velvet-covered armchairs. The floor was covered by a thick carpet and the curved balustrade was gilded wood. For a moment they stood side by side in silence at the balustrade, taking in the view of the grand hall below. Four levels of loges, each heavily adorned with gilded carvings, supported by marble columns, arched around the central room. In the middle a huge chandelier blazed. Over the red curtain two gilded angels held the coat of arms of the long dead duke who had built the opera.
The music started. Still they stood side by side, the skin of their upper arms touching together softly. They enjoyed the music and the last moment of peace together.
Then the two women moved back to the rear corner of their loge. Here they faced each other. Their velvet-clad bodies pressed together, noses and foreheads touched, their breath mingled and their eyes locked to each other. For some minutes they stood still, both women lingered in the feel and smell of their reunited bodies. Silke took the initiative, she clawed her velvet-gloved fingers deep into Verena's butt, pulling her enemy closer. Their foreheads separated and their lips came closer together. "We have 4 hours, we just have to keep it quietly," she whispered, her moving lips almost touching Verena's. "Bring it on, bitch," Verena hissed back. "This time I won't be so kind, this time I destroy you completely." A wide smile of anticipation formed on both fighters' mouths. Both knew that she had to be even more careful this time. Both couldn't afford to run into a business associate with smeared makeup and destroyed hairdo. To keep it silent was of equal importance. If somebody looked inside, because they made too much noise, it could destroy both their careers. The situation made them even more horny. Then, with the first dramatic apex of the music, their tongues came out, touched, then smacked together in a wild, wet embrace. Their hungry tongues clashed and rubbed over each other as each woman tried to taste as much as possible of the enemy's saliva. Their hands were clawed into the rival's ass to increase the pressure between their bodies. Their tongues coiled around each other like fighting snakes. Their hands started to move all over the other's body, exploring every curve. Silke felt Verena's hands on her back, then traveling down, massaging her butt. Silke moved her left hand from Verena's butt down to the right thigh. Then she pulled Verena's leg up, at the same time she wrapped her own right leg around Verena's left. Both women's dresses were pushed upwards by this move. They were wrapping their leg around the opponent's standing leg, that brought their standing legs into full contact. Their inner thighs and calves touched. Their crotches, covered in silken slips, came together. With a squishing sound Silke broke the tongue-fight. Gasping for air, her amber eyes locked again to Verena's. Silke felt adrenaline rushing through her body. The feeling of Verena's perfect body in combination with the powerful music was simply ecstatic. Verena moved away from Silke and pulled one of the armchairs back to the dead angle where nobody could see them from below. She sat down, facing Silke. Silke took the second chair and positioned herself opposite her rival. Both rivals kicked away their high heels. Their feet met and fondled each other playfully, then they rubbed their calves together: with their eyes closed they savored the touch of soft flesh. But soon their fighting spirit awoke again and they pressed the soles of their feet together to compare the strength of their legs. They pushed, first their legs moved back and forth but soon they reached a stalemate, their legs were equal and all they achieved was to push the chairs further away until their long slender legs were outstretched. Silke broke the contact. She positioned her chair nearer to Verena and sat down. Her eyes found Verena's, then she moved forward in her chair until their knees touched. Their inner thighs slowly slipped along each other. The touch of the smooth, soft skin made both beauties moan quietly, their eyes were closed, and finally wet panties touched the enemy's thighs. Both of them shivered with arousal in that moment. They shared a short glance, then they pressed their cheeks together. With closed eyes they rode on the rival's leg, soon they found the perfect rhythm, grinding in synchrony with each other and the music. To feel Verena's legs rubbing her own and to experience the wetness of Verena's panties on her thigh, were nearly as ecstatic to Silke as the feeling of her own pussy humping Verena's thigh. Their movements were perfectly attuned as they were riding to an orgasm slowly. But Silke was sure that this would bring just some sweet relief from the sexual tension. To beat her rival she needed to dominate her, control her. Silke decided that there was enough time later and let herself melt into the moment. Together they rode to a silent climax of united pleasure. They managed to control their feelings to keep it quiet. Suddenly applause broke out. After a split second of total shock Silke realized that it meant the act break. Relieved, she disentangled herself from Verena and stood up. Verena reached down, pulled her panties off and stood up in front of Silke, her wet slip dangling from her finger. "Let's swap," she whispered. Silke bent down, pulling her panties off, then she held them in front of Verena's feet. Verena stepped in and Silke pulled the panties up. Then Verena kneeled down. Silke first felt the touch of Verena's velvet covered hands on her calves, then the gloved hands moved upwards, caressing her knees and thighs, at last the hands came to her buttocks, gave them a hard squeeze, and then Verena pushed the wet panties over Silke's crotch. The feeling of the wet silk aroused Silke again, she closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of Verena's moistness mixing with her own. After the wave of pleasure waned they smiled at each other, then they checked the hair and cloth of the other. After they were sure that both of them looked perfect they touched their tongues together for a split second. Then they left the compartment together to get a drink for the break.
With a glass of dry martini in her hand Silke walked through the crowd of well dressed people in the antechamber. She and Verena had separated after they had gotten their martinis. Silke's eyes scanned the chatting people. She felt the eyes of many men and women following her. Never before had she dared to wear a dress that short and skin-tight. The looks of jealousy she got from many a woman felt really good. She tried to make eye contact with many good looking female, some looked away quickly but with some she shared a short second of comparison and challenge.
Then she saw Verena. The sheer beauty of her enemy was breathtaking. Verena was chatting with an upper class couple. Silke walked towards them. She walked past, right behind Verena who hadn't noticed her. As she walked past, right behind her rival, she quickly pinched Verena's beautiful butt. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Verena wince. Happy, Silke walked on, suddenly she saw an important judge and his wife. He smiled at her, Silke had no chance but to greet them. She held nervous small talk with the elderly couple. Where was Verena? Silke was sure that her rival would seek revenge. Suddenly something soft and firm bumped into her butt, Silke nearly spilled her drink over the judge's wife. Looking over her shoulder she saw Verena walking away, shaking her ass provocatively. As soon as she could get away from the couple she searched for her rival. She found Verena out on the balcony. She was leaning on the marble balustrade below a statue of the winged victory goddess Nike, behind her the lights of the city. Verena raised her glass to Silke, smiling. They faced each other, staring deep into the enemy's eyes, they stood in silence for minutes. Suddenly Verena took Silke's glass from the balustrade, after a nervous glance around she was sure that no one watched. She brought the glass to her lips, leaving a trace of lipstick, she let a large drop of saliva glide into the martini. With a nasty smile Verena placed the glass back. Silke, her face twisted with anger, took Verena's glass, poured the drink in her mouth, mixed it with her saliva and finally spat it back into the glass. Then Silke took her own glass, raised it to Verena with a challenging smile. Verena took her glass. With their eyes locked to each other they drank deep.
Silke got very horny, she wanted to feel and taste her enemy so bad. She grabbed Verena's hand, they nearly ran back to their loge, slammed the door shut and faced each other. Simultaneously they extended their tongues, glistering wet with saliva, and touched them together. Both savored the taste of the rival with closed eyes, they pressed the tips of their tongues together. Each tried to push the enemy's tongue back, hard and intense they struggled, but after some minutes they had to accept that the strength was again totally even. Their muscles couldn't beat each other.
Silke broke the tongue duel. She grabbed a chair, sat down. Then, slowly, with a bright wolfish grin, she spread her legs wide, revealing her inner thighs and her nude pussy. Verena smiled back brightly and spread her own legs. Both women were very nervous, the smiles were gone now. With grim determination on their faces they slowly pressed their knees against each other, the tender skin of their inner thighs touched together. Then their vulvas met. Both couldn't hold back a loud gasp of excitement, luckily the music was loud enough to cover it. Silke felt the incredible, wet softness of her rival's labia against her own. Her inner labia began to swell rapidly, freeing themselves. She felt Verena's inner labia touching her own. A scream formed on her lips, suddenly Verena rammed her gloved fingers into Silke's mouth, just in time to stop her from screaming out loud. Silke, chewing on the velvet, returned the favor immediately. They positioned their legs like scissors around each other to press their swollen, wet pussies deep into each other. Simultaneously they started moving their hips, rubbing their labias together. Each contact sent shivers through both bodies. Their eyes were locked together, one hand in the rival's mouth, the other one supporting their weight. Faster and faster they rode each other. Their breathing became heavy and quickly. Wilder and wilder they rode. Suddenly the power of their battle became too much for the chairs. With a loud thud the golden chairs toppled over, the two entangled fighters crashed onto the carpet, a small shriek escaped both of them. Some shocked seconds they held their breath waiting for somebody to look into the loge from the sides. Nothing happened. Slowly they sat up, Verena breathed a sigh of relief for not being caught, but Silke was just angry for the interruption, she needed to win so bad. To her, it didn't matter any more if somebody saw them, as long as she could beat that hated, beautiful woman. With a sharp squeal she threw herself into her enemy. Verena was ready, their lithe bodies clashed together, the impact of their small breasts sent a shiver of pain, both ignored it. Their foreheads crashed together. Their legs entwined and separated into a sitting scissors, their pussies came together again. The rhythmic bumping started again but this time their bodies were in much more contact. With every thrust both fighters felt the hot breath of the opponent on their lips. Their wide open eyes stared into each other, just a centimeter apart. Silke had her arms around Verena's neck to hold her close. Every instinct in her screamed to claw her fingers into the enemy's hair, to pull it, to tear it out, to hurt that woman, but her mind told her that it could not happen. All her energy, sexuality and hate had to merge in the only point of contact: their wet, swollen vulvas.
The last act of the opera began, the prelude to the ride of the valkyries sounded through the hall. Doggedly Silke and Verena fought on, their equal bodies bumped together again and again, their pussy lips grinded into each other with unbroken ferocity. Silke felt growing frustration inside her, they were at a stalemate again, and slowly time started to run out, something needed to change. The next stroke of Verena's pussy Silke didn't meet, like the last minutes. She took the blow. Verena's labia drove deep into her own. Silke grasped Verena's ass to pull her even tighter together, never before they had been so close. Verena gasped in shock. The curtain raised, the Valkyries assembled on the stage for the main theme, their high voices screaming battle cries. With all their might Silke pressed her vulva into Verena's. The intensity of the feeling was overwhelming, Verena was now desperately fighting against her lust, victory was in reach, Silke pressed deeper, harder. Verena started to fight back with every bit of strength in her well trained body. She had gripped Silke's butt and pressed back. Suddenly, for the first time, Silke's clitoris met Verena's clitoris. Head on they pressed together. The loud pitch of both women was drowned by the music. Their hard rods locked together in an epic duel. The contact made both clits grow to enormous size as they rubbed together, coiling around each other. Silke was shivering with excitement, Verena had her eyes closed, she was hanging on by a thread, almost unable to restrain her orgasm. Silke was starting to loosen up a little, she was sure that victory was just seconds away. But then, without warning, Verena opened her eyes, fixed Silke with a hateful glance, she broke the contact of their pussies for a second, then she pushed her clit tip to tip on Silke's. Silke was surprised by the comeback but took the challenge immediately. They pressed together, trying to bend the rival's clit, they pressed, unbearable pleasure built up in both of them, they pressed. Deeper. Deeper. Time stood still. Then the rivals came, together they were struck by a tremendous orgasm, silent screams on both fighters' lips they shocked and trembled. As her orgasm ebbed up, Silke felt desperate. She had not won, she had not made her rival come first, she couldn't accept it. As Verena started to relax in the aftermath of her climax, Silke attacked. She pushed, Verena landed on her back and Silke was above her, Silke slammed her crotch hard against Verena's. She was sitting upright, pressing Verena's body to the floor with both hands. She started a fast paced rubbing, then her clit found Verena's again. Tip to tip she attacked. Verena wasn't ready, her sexual energy already waning. Nearly unbearable excitement burned in Silke as she pushed on, she felt how Verena's clit slowly started to bend backwards, she pushed deeper, her clit glided between Verena's labia, still bending Verena's clit backwards. With a muffled scream of victory Silke realized that she had really penetrated her enemy, she started humping and grinding, she gripped Verena's leg and hugged it to her body to increase the contact even more. Verena was helpless, she lay on her back, Silke was fucking her with hard, short strokes. An orgasm so strong, that she couldn't believe it, was building inside her.
Silke felt that Verena was beaten, she changed her rhythm, penetrating Verena slower but deeper. Finally Verena came. Her head shook from side to side, her whole body trembling violently. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was wide open in a soundless moan. Silke watched Verena's orgasm with raging triumph, she humped her rival until the shaking ebbed up. Then, with a last final deep stroke of her clit, Silke came herself. Her whole body was shaking, but her eyes were wide open and never left the face of her beaten enemy. Silke could have never imagined that so much joy was even possible. She was victorious. She had evened the score, beaten the most beautiful woman she knew with her own body and sexual energy. Silke looked down into her rival's face, Verena's eyes were red, her glance empty but she didn't cry. Silke could understand her enemy's feelings completely. She reached for Verena's hand and pulled her rival up, then she put her arms around her in a comforting hug. Arm in arm they watched the end of the play. Verena made no move, she said no word, she just stared at the stage with empty eyes. Silke just held her enemy tight embraced and caressed her softly and comforting. The curtain had closed before Verena spoke, she whispered just one word: "revenge". Silke just nodded, of course there would be another fight. They were at a draw now, none could live with that for long.
