The Fuck Is Wrong With You? WIP (Patreon)

“The fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?!”

The words rang in Jalter’s ears as she took another bite of her rival’s burger, uncaring about the tone in Salter’s voice as she continued to chew. She had been sitting on her couch for what must’ve been hours now, just eating for the sole purpose of pissing this bitch off beyond belief. And a smile curled onto her lips when she achieved her goal. Of course she’d smile when she knew that Salter had been pissed off enough to refer to her as a bitch. It was the way things should be, after all.

But that was exactly why Jalter spit the chewed up burger down onto the floor in front of her, making sure that the other woman could see it all. “Why do you keep eating garbage like this? It’ll kill you before I get the chance to.~” Jalter dragged her tongue along her lips as she adjusted herself on the couch. She crossed her legs, showing off the black panties that clashed with her pale skin but matched her black bra all the same. However, when silence filled the room around her, she couldn’t help but chuckle at Salter. “What? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it’s that annoying dog of yours.”

“How… Dare you…” Gritting her teeth, Salter could feel her blood boiling as she watched one of the few women she despised eating her food as well as calling her tastes trash. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing or seeing. Luckily for her, it seemed that the bitch had no more food to eat in front of her. But whether that meant she ate it all before she got here or she only took bits and pieces meant nothing to Salter. “If you’re going to come in here and eat all of my food, I’m going to stuff you so full you’ll regret ever swallowing anything down!”

Jalter’s eyes widened at the threat she heard. She couldn’t help but bring her hand to her stomach and laugh at the taunt, unsure if it was supposed to make sense or if it was just a bitch blabbering on in anger. Not that it stopped her from looking at Salter with bored eyes all the same. “Come on. Do you really think a threat like that is going to do anything? You think that I’m now suddenly going to care about all of your food that I ate?” Jalter dragged her tongue along her lips as she got comfortable on the couch, gesturing for Salter to simply come closer. “Come on, Bitch. Why don’t you back up those words?~”

There wasn’t any hesitation or pause in Salter’s body as she rushed forward and pinned her rival to the couch she was sitting on, grabbing firmly onto her shoulders and shifting her from simply resting on the couch to being forced to lay on it. But instead of having to listen to anything that Jalter had to say, planted a heavy kiss onto her lips, quieting her down until she pulled away. However, Salter didn’t plan to pull away from the woman that ate all of her food. Not before she took revenge on her for eating it all.

Her lips curled into a sadistic smile against Jalter’s as she moved one of her hands from the woman’s shoulders to the black shorts that she had on. She quickly and easily unzipped her shorts and allowed her cock to slap down against her rival’s stomach, loving the way it caused Jalter to freeze in place like fear had taken over her body. Salter slowly pulled away from the bitch’s lips to look into her eyes, an angry but lustful expression in her gaze. “I told you, Bitch. I’m going to make you regret eating all of my food.~”

Jalter didn’t get a chance to say another word as she felt Salter’s cock drag along her stomach, quickly making its way to her breasts. She opened her mouth to try and call the woman that was now sitting on her a bitch. But not a single word left her lips as that heated member slipped between her breasts without a care in the world, being pressed against her body thanks to the band of her bra. The only thing that left Jalter was the faintest of whines as she looked up at Salter.

However, she did find it in herself to reach up and grab a firm hold onto Salter’s jacket, tugging it to try and shift the woman off of her body. The fact that she had to keep this bitch’s disgusting and thick cock between her tits was the last thing on her mind. Right now, she was far more focused on trying to get Salter off of her body. But when she tugged on that jacket, it was to no avail. It only allowed the fabric to slip off of the other woman’s body with ease, falling to the floor and leaving Jalter as open as she could possibly be.

But Salter wasn’t a woman that would simply let something like this go after a simple titfuck. No no. She immediately threaded her fingers into Jalter’s hair and gained a firm hold on her head, using the one hand to keep her head pinned to the couch while her other hand cupped and played with her soft mounds. All while she kept her hips still, appreciating the warmth and softness of her large chest squished around her cock. “I hope you’re ready, Bitch.”

Salter dragged her tongue along her lips as she started to steadily rock her hips back and forth against Jalter’s stomach. Feeling those soft breasts pressed around her cock thanks to the bra that she had on was almost magical. It didn’t for a second make up for the fact that her food was now gone. But it was a fantastic start to the wonderful process of getting revenge for everything being eaten. Salter looked down into Jalter’s eyes, noticing a faint amount of fear in them. Maybe it was because of how aggressive she was being over simple fast food. Maybe it was because of the fact that she had a seven-inch long cock between Jalter’s tits that she had been hiding this whole time. She didn’t know or care why it was there. But she was certainly going to exploit it if she could.

On the other hand, Jalter couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. Not because she didn’t expect some kind of fight to break out between the two of them. But she didn’t expect Salter to have a thick cock between her legs. She bit down on her lower lip as she continued to try and struggle against her rival’s grip. Her head stayed in place, knowing that if she tried to move that, it would ruin her hair, if not result in her losing some of it. But when Jalter tried to move her shoulders and a spiteful but pleasant moan filled her ears, two things quickly became apparent to her.

One, all of those burgers made Salter heavier than she looked. And two, that moving anything on the upper portion of her body would only cause the bitch that had mounted her to feel some sort of pleasure from it. And if Jalter was going to have any kind of say in what was going to happen, that meant making sure Salter didn’t feel good about it at all. But the more she tried to struggle against the other woman’s grip, the more pleasure it brought her. Maybe she wasn’t the only true sadist in Shinjuku like she thought.

Of course, that didn’t stop her from reaching forward and trying to grab onto Salter’s hips, hoping that she could cause them to stop moving long enough to make her rival bored or sedated. But that only proved to cause the other woman to move her hips that much harder and faster, moving her hips in a way that didn’t allow Jalter to get a firm hold on her body. Though, it also incidentally allowed Salter’s cock to smack against the underside of her chin with each thrust that the other woman made, causing her to growl between her teeth in anger.

“Awe. Is something wrong? Did someone piss you off?~” Salter smirked as she brought the hand that was toying with Jalter’s breast through her bra into the air. There wasn’t a single moment of hesitation before she brought it back down and smacked her rival square in the cheek, loving the look of shock that riddled her face when it was turned to the side. “Well, isn’t that too bad? If you piss someone off, aren’t you the type of person to think they should get you back?!”

Salter’s voice grew louder as she shouted at the woman that ate all of her food. The grip on her hips failed to hold onto her as she rocked herself back and forth, fucking her breasts like there was no tomorrow and enjoying every second of it. Pleasure rushed through her with every thrust. Not just for the feeling of a pair of large, plump breasts wrapped around her cock. But for the sadistic pleasure of smacking her partner and getting to bring them harm in one way or another. She dragged her tongue along her lips as each thrust that she made now brought her closer and closer to her orgasm.

Of course, after the initial slap to her face, Jalter felt the anger in her stomach starting to boil over. It was one thing to slap her and another to forcefully fuck her breasts. It was another thing to do both together. And she didn’t hesitate to reach up and dig her nails into the sides of Salter’s stomach in some hope of getting her to stop her thrusts from the pain. She gripped as tightly as she could onto her rival’s body in order to try and get her to stop while the stinging sensation on her cheek only grew worse, igniting her anger that much more.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter just what she did. Especially as Salter’s thrusts started to grow a bit shaky and she neared her orgasm. But it became perfectly clear just how little her struggling mattered when her rival grabbed onto either side of her head and yanked her head down, that same cock that was thrusting between her breasts pushing past her lips and into her mouth.