Traditional Rivalry

Priya, a Indian busty beauty worked as an executive in a corporate firm in Southern USA, she was all attractive, 5ft 6 height, 38d cups with slim 26 or so waist & nicely shaped 38 butts. One day Priya saw the President of the company escorting someone to the elevators. It looked like Boss was finishing an interview. All Priya could see was that it was a woman, about her own size and shape, dark hair and medium complexion. Then the two stopped in front of the elevators and the woman turned to shake Boss’s hand. Priya could now see that the woman was quite busty, almost as large as Priya herself, had a fairly trim waist and full hips. Priya’s breath stopped when she looked at the other woman’s face. The world took on a red haze as she stared at the woman’s silhouette. It couldn’t be. What the hell was Boss thinking to even give a woman like that an interview?

As the elevator door closed, Priya moved to intercept the company President as he made his way back to his office. The two meet at his office door.

Boss, who was that?

Hmm? Oh, that was a new employee Nida. She’ll be working for Brian in marketing. I’ll introduce you to her tomorrow.

Don’t bother. I won’t be having anything to do with her.

What? Why? What’s the matter Priya, Do you know her? Priya was his best manager and he didn’t want to do anything to upset her. But the contract with the new employee was signed, he had already paid to have her move here and he couldn’t back out now, even if he wanted to.

Never met her before in my life and I never want to. How the hell could you hire a woman like that?

What are you talking about? I thought you’d be pleased. She comes from the same part of the world as you. I thought you two might have something in common. I even thought you might become friends.

FRIENDS? WHAT?? ARE YOU CRAZY? Boss do you know where I am from?

Yeah. India. So what? She’s from right near there.

You idiot. She’s from Pakistan isn’t she?

Yeah. Like I said right next door.

Boss you need to study world history a little. Her people and mine have been virtually at war for hundreds of years. You better keep the bitch away from me. Far away. With that Priya stalked out.

Over the next several weeks Priya saw nothing of the new employee. She didn’t know where they had stuck her, but it was away from Priya and that was fine with her. Finally the day came when Priya saw the woman going into Boss’s office with Brian. Priya went into her own office and shut the door. She didn’t give it another thought.

Her secretary called and told her she was going out for lunch around 12:30, asking Priya if she wanted anything. Priya said no. Then around 12:45 her door opened with out a knock. Priya looked up, irritated that someone would burst into her office without knocking. Even Boss didn’t do that. The person she saw made her even more irritated.

”So you’re the Indian bitch that got me exiled before I even joined the company. I should have known to check the company roster before signing the contract. Where the fuck do you get off bitching me with the boss.” Said Nida.

Well, well, well.. How the hell did you even get out of that savage country of yours anyway? I didn’t think any civilized nation was taking your kind, you poppy eater. You must have lied like alike as well like a Pakistani to get this job.

The two stood glaring at each other. Finally the Pakistani backed out of the office and left.

Boss entered a few minutes later. I see you met Nida? How did it go?

Oh, just fine Boss. She’s still alive, so I guess were ok so far. Get out of here.

Everything moved along smoothly till the faithful day two weeks later. It was late, very late. Priya was working on a presentation that had to be ready for Monday. Rather than come in on Saturday, she decided to finish it on Friday night. It was almost 10.30pm when she wrapped up and headed for the elevator. By that time the office was empty. She pushed the button but she could hear that it was already on the way down. The doors opened and there stood Nida.

Get off you Pakistani slut. I won’t ride with the likes of you.

Fine with me, take the next one. Nida reached for the buttons to close the door and continue on her way.

Priya put her hand in the door, holding it open. No bitch. I said get off. NOW. Ill take this one, you wait for the next.

I don’t take orders from Indian sluts with an over rated opinion of their own importance.
Oh yes you do bitch. Priya reached into the elevator, grabbed Nida and yanked her off the elevator, sending her crashing into a cubicle divider. Priya turned and made to stride onto the elevator. Nida sprang up, grabbed her hair and threw her back into the same cubicle divider. The doors on the elevator closed.

The two stood staring daggers at each other. With out saying a word, Nida put her hands out, fingers clawed. Priya immediately copied her. The two circled then dove at each other, sinking their claws into each others scalp.

The area in front of the bank of elevators was fairly large and completely clear, giving them a good area to fight in. With hands wrapped in each others hair, the two swirled across the open area, four or five steps, to smash into another cubicle divider. They crashed to the floor and rolled across it still yanking hair, screaming and yelling at each other, heads being jerked from side to side. With a particularly savage yank, Nida pulled Priya’s head back painfully, twisting her neck and exposing her face. Nida unloaded three viscous slaps to Priya’s face, stinging her cheeks and bouncing her head off the floor. Dazed, Priya barely resisted as Nida slung her onto her back then dropped her knee into Priya’s belly.

Priya’s air whooshed out as she tried to squirm away, only to be dragged back by Nida’s hand hold in her hair. Nida slapped again, then punched into Priyas chest. Still partly dazed, Priya reached up at the woman looming menacingly over her, grabbed the front of Nida’s sky blue shirt and ripped it open to the waist. With out hesitation, Priya grabbed the cups of the exposed denim blue bra, squeezed and pulled to the side. Nida screamed and rolled with the pull, slinging off to the side and hitting the floor with a thud. Priya continued to crush the Pakistani babe’s tits as Nida ripped and pulled at Priyas cream colored shirt exposing her matching cream bra. Priya’s shirt opened, then ripped down the side as Priya released one boob and torn at Nida’s blouse in turn.

In short order, both women’s shirts were gone and they started on each others bras. Nida went first but Priya shortly followed. Now they filled their hands with each others magnificent melons. They pulled each other up to their knees by their breasts, screaming as each squeezed and twisted the tit flesh in their hands. They pulled each other from side to side, stretching each others breasts painfully. They kept if up for a couple of minutes, both in agony, but neither willing to back down. Priya then made a wise move, she pulled up sharply then yanked Nida’s tits down as violently as she could.

Nida screamed and pitched forward to follow the tit pull down, but she hit Priya. Leaning into Priya, tits hanging down, Nida screamed as Priya continued to pull down as hard as she could on Nidas tits. Nida’s hands had released Priya’s own globes and went to Priya’s wrists, but pain made her weak and her efforts to get Priya’s hand off her hangers were without success. Priya pushed her left hand up while continuing to pull down with her right, crushing the breast in her left hand into Nida’s chest, while stretching the one in her right hand as far and painfully as possible. Then pulling down with the left she pushed up with her right. Like she was milking a cow, Priya pulled down and pushed up on the tits in her hands, crushing and stretching the breast flesh excruciatingly. Over and over, up, down, crush, pull, Priya punished and tortured the Pakistani rival.

Nida was crying and screaming, huge tears running down Priyas chest where Nida’s head leaned into her. Nida had long since stopped pulling on Priya’s wrists. Her hands pounded on Priya’s upper chest then had gone to Priya’s shoulders, feebly pushing to try to free her self. Then her arms just lost all strength and hung limply down, bouncing as Priya yanked and crushed her breast meat. Nida tried to bite into Priyas own tits, but couldn’t get her teeth into Priya’s big melons.

Give it up cunt! Admit I’m the better woman, that all Indian women are better than any Pakistani slut and maybe I’ll let you keep your tits. SAY IT BITCH! TELL ME IM A BETTER WOMAN!
N..N..Never you cunt. OHHHHH MY TITS. OH… PLEASE NO

Nida’s arms still hung down limply and she desperately punched into Priya’s belly, but with little effect. With her last punch she left her hand pressing against Priyas solid abs then suddenly slid her hand down, under the waist band of Priya’s black skirt and into her panties. Nida’s hand closed around the Indian bitch’s womanhood and she squeezed.

Priya gasped as she felt Nida’s hand slid into her panties then screamed as it closed on her pussy. She pulled up savagely on both of Nida’s boobs, crushing them into her chest and digging her nails even further into the boobs. It became a tug of war between Priya’s crushing hold on Nida’s tits and Nida’s grip on Priya’s cunt.

Nida who was completely lost by that time made one final move, she pulled down Priya’s panty half way down and with her thumb (having larger nails) hammered straight into the Indian pussy….. Priya’s eyes came into center, but before she could do something, Nida pulled her hand back & landed another crush into her pussy, like a dagger attempting to crush an ice slab, Nida kept digging her thumb several times into Priya’s pussy. Priya tried to hold on tighter to Nida’s breasts but the pain she was having in her pussy with Nida continuously ramming with her thumb was unbearable. Priya let go of Nida’s breasts & they both fell on floor.. Nida soothing her breasts with both hands while Priya desperately trying to sooth her pussy with her hands. Both kept lying their moaning in pain for a few minutes.

Crying and sobbing, Nida got up on her fours, facing away from Priya. While Priya done with soothing her own pussy went after Nida on her knees. She grabbed Nida’s navy blue skirt and pulled. Instead of pulling the Pakistani babe back into Priya’s clutches, the skirt ripped and Priya walked her hands up it to rip and tear at the clothes remaining on Nida.

Skirt gone, Priya pulled back on Nida’s legs till the Pakistani babe was lying next to her. Priya grabbed Nida’s bikini panties and pulled savagely up, sawing the material into Nida’s cunt. Nida gasped then screamed. Priya stood up, lifting Nida’s ass off the floor and sending her into a tremendous bridge. Higher and higher Priya lifted the pain wracked woman, till finally Nida’s feet left the floor, and for two or three seconds, she was suspended on her shoulders only, Priya bouncing her by the panties till they ripped away.

Nida hit the floor hard with not a single piece of cloth remaining on her. Nida rolled on the floor, wailing and sobbing, crying at the pain. Priya who was topless but still had her black skirt & black panties half way on her thighs, kneeled besides Nida trying to gain some energy back, taking deep breaths in & out, knowing that it would take longer for Nida to recover & that her victory over the Pakistani was quite obvious by now. Priya stood up after a couple of minutes wanted to kick Nida when suddenly Nida grasped Priya’s legs and pulled them quickly, Priya fell on the floor as she wasn’t expecting a quick move from Nida & hence was surprised. Priya’s back hit the floor hard and she cried out loud in pain. Nida slowly got up & moved towards Priya on her all fours like an animal. She landed a couple of punches into Priya’s face, stepped over her, reached down and grabbed Priya’s tits. Nida pulled up and lifted Priya’s shoulders off the floor, suspending her by her tits. Priya was screaming, she tried to get hold of Nida’s breasts but as soon as her hands got close to Nida’s breasts, Nida dropped her.. Priya’s head hit the floor hard and she yelled in pain. Nida immediately pulled Priya again by her breasts, hung her for a while and then dropped her.. She did this 3-4 times till Priya was motionless. She then held tightly to each of Priya’s breasts and moved them in opposite direction as much as she could, Priya cried in pain, Nida with all her energy remaining within, tried as much to torture Priya by pulling her tits away from each other. Priya got hold on Nida’s boobs trying to imitate the action, as soon as Nida realized this, she pulled & lifted Priya up with her breasts and hit her on the floor once again, Priya let go of Nida’s boobs & held her head in pain..

Nida stood up & pulled Priya by her hair, standing on her knees, she then came at Priya’s back & repeated her discontinued action from behind. Holding both of Priya’s melons and moving them apart as much as she could… trying to take the revenge of what Priya did initially in the fight, Nida since at Priya’s back was in a better position to torture the Indian. She played with the Indian tits by separating them, then pulling them up as much as she could then pulling them down, then left then right… Priya pleaded & cried. All she could do was to get hold of Nida’s wrist which she manages to do but nothing really more than that. For about 5 minutes Nida did the torture when finally she herself was too tired to carry on the action.. She left Priya’s boobs as she fell on floor crying in pain. Before gathering her own breath Nida daggered a couple of more shots into the Indian pussy with her thumb nail which caused the Indian to yell in severe pain. Priya was lying on her belly holding her assets, Nida as a final nail in the coffin held both of Priya’s butts in her hands & dug her nails as much as she could and then this time she moved the butts away from each other… Priya’s eyes were wide open, screaming with pain as the Pakistani played viciously with the pair of hips moving them away from each other as much as she could & her nails dug deep into the hips. Priya was beating the floor in desperation as a gesture of ‘I give up’. Nida, before stopping the action rammed her knee between Priya’s legs and separated her legs apart. She grabbed a handful of Priya’s hair and pulled her up, Priya’s face came up from the floor with the force of hair pull while she was still on her belly with legs apart. Nida on her knees behind Priya moved her own legs apart to make Priya’s left further away from each other. Her right knee was moving Priya’s right thigh away while her left knee was moving Priya’s left leg away.. Holding Priya’s hair with left hand Nida started to punch on Priya’s arched back causing her tremendous pain. Priya was in an awkward position she couldn’t use her hands as both of her hands were on floor trying to give support to herself, & if she try to take her hands away from the ground was causing a dreadful pain to her neck.

Well bitch? WANT SOME MORE?

No..no please No more… Y...y...you are the s..s..superior woman. I submit. Please stop.

Say sorry bitch..

I…. I am sss sorry….

Nida slammed a few more punched before she rammed Priya on floor. Nida stood straight and pulled away Priya’s skirt & panties making her totally naked, she kicked Priya once to make her roll on her back.. Priya laid on her back looking up at the victorious Pakistani.
What are y..y..you going to do? Asked Priya in weekend voice.

You are a stupid bitch, aren’t you? Remarked Nida as she straddled Priya and facing her feet, Nida knelt atop the other woman, then sat back on her, putting her pussy over Priya’s mouth. Gripping Priya’s tits as she squeezed.

If you don’t make me orgasm in the next five minutes, I’m going to rip off one of your nipples. Then you will have another five minutes before I rip out your clit. Now get uh...uh...uh...ohohoh yes, yes, yes. Nida exploded with pleasure as Priya’s tongue ran up into her pussy, over her vulva and into her vagina. When she tickled Nida’s clit, a shiver ran up her spine. It was like an educated snake as it withered and squirmed, licking and tickling inside Nida’s cunt. Priya’s lips pressed against Nida, kissing, sucking and blowing across Nida’s pussy. Nida had never been eaten like this before. The woman’s mouth was amazing. In something under three minutes Nida’s body was wracked by a tremendous orgasm.

Nida stood and pulled Priya to her knees by her hair.

You are very good with your mouth bitch. I’m sure you won’t try bug with me again here?

I won’t… nnn never.

Very well. you should mind your own business from now on. Now get lost.. Nida picked her tattered clothes & began to walk to the elevator when she heard her name called from behind.. She turn around & saw Priya getting back to her feet slowly walking towards Nida..

“There is a better way to say sorry”, said Priya & hugged Nida… both naked ladies stood there for a few minutes tightly hugged into each other when Nida pulled Priya back from her shoulders & kissed on her lips softly then said… “that’s like a good girl”

Priya pressed the lift button, the door opened & Nida entered the lift..

“You aren’t coming???” asked Nida

“No I will take the next…” said Priya

“Oh come on you….” Nida pulled her in & the elevator door closed.

Wives of Colleagues

The company dinner was going well. Everyone was getting along so well. Sobia and Afshan, wives of two of the company’s employees, small talk consisted of the normal banter until it got to the two young wives.

“Oh my gosh, I just had a baby, too.” Afshan said, dressed in her white chiffon saree with sparkling silver starlets on it, very low cut white blouse showing off her ample breasts, blessed by pregnancy. Her black hair flowing down to her exposed shoulder blades, and sky blue eyes perfectly matching her fair complexion.

“You look great! I can’t believe you just had a baby.” Sobia said. She was dressed in an off white silk saree with a burgundy colored blouse which showed her well endowed breasts and the slightly darker skin than Afshan’s. Brown curly hair just below her neck.
They exchanged compliments and continued the dinner. After the awards were given out boys headed out for some cigarette leaving the ladies to chat.

Afshan said “It’s really a change for me. I’m not used to being a mom, but it’s nice to get out of the house. I haven’t felt very womanly these last months. First I felt like a blimp and now I feel like a mom, but not a woman.”
Sobia agreed, “it is hard. We’re both in are early 20’s and I don’t know about you, but Noman and I used to do some really wild freaky things…until I got pregnant, then he seems to want to think of me like a mom and not a women.

Afshan nodded and said” We used to do some really racy things ourselves. I don’t know what it is with our husbands.”

The guys came back smelling of cigarette smoke. Afshan asked her husband to grab the camera and take a picture of her new friend. Her husband shrugged and got the camera and was about to take the picture when Afshan grabbed Sobia by the arm and said” Let’s stand for the picture.”

Sobia shrugged and got up. Afshan put her arm around Sobia and pressed herself close to her bringing their ample breasts politely pressed side by side. Hips where touching and they were very close in height and size in almost every respect. The guys made a cat call as to how sexy they both looked and both girls blushed. The first picture was taken. Her husband was about to take the camera and put it down when Afshan insisted on one more. This time she turned to face Sobia, pulled her so that they where cheek to cheek and firmly pressed her breasts against Sobia’s.

Just as the picture was about to be taken Afshan smiled and whispered to Sobia “ you’re not wearing a bra, are you?” Sobia paused and responded “obviously your nipples are being pinned by mine, so you should know.” And she pressed a little harder into Afshan causing both to stumble a bit until they regained their balance.
Just as the flash went off Afshan let her left hand slide down Sobia’s back and lightly glance off her ass. Sobia had not shown any signs of noticing this until the girls were about to separate and Sobia’s hand “accidentally” slid down Afshan’s back and squeezed Afshan’s well rounded and perky bottom.
They exchanged knowing glances and began to smile at each other.

The evening continued on and the party center was about to close and the guys wanted to hit the café when Afshan pointed out “our baby is at her grandmothers, why don’t you two just come on over to our place.”

At Afshan’s house stories of the “pre-mom years” began to surface and stories of the guys exploits where soon bubbling with every sip of coffee. Then Sobia put the bug in her husband’s ear about how she used to wrestle other girls and get into catfights.

Afshan and her husband paused, looked at each other before Afshan confided “we did the same thing.” Both guys stopped dead in their tracks. Both girls looked at each other and smiled. Afshan was the first to get up looked at her husband, and proceeded to take off her shoes, ear rings and then her saree. Standing buck naked in front of the other three she pulled Sobia up and said “Are you up to a MILF match?”
Sobia just smiled, looked to her husband for approval (duh), and matched Afshan in nakedness. Neither had been wearing bras or panties that evening.

Both young twenty something new moms came together and lightly pressed their large c cupped breasts together with Afshan’s slightly larger areola was quickly pressed against Sobia’s with Afshan’s nipples being slightly smaller but rock hard.

They began kissing. Stopped to make sure the boys didn’t mind (duh, again) and began caressing each other’s backs and lightly and gently reached up and began playing with each others hair.

This went on for about 30 seconds until Sobia rapped her manicured fingers around Afshan’s long blonde tresses and began to pull. Afshan let out a little moan and grabbed red curly hair and pulled back.

Both girls began pulling harder while pressed together, dancing slowly around the living room floor. Moans turned into grunts and squeals of pain. Afshan upped the ante and released one hand reached down to Sobia’s ass and grabbed her left cheek and began to squeeze.

“I love your ass.” Afshan said in a coy voice gasping in between hair pulling pangs of pain. Sobia released one of her hands, replied “thanks, I work out and I love your tits.” She then grabbed one of Afshan’s tits.

Afshan let out a high squeal and gasped “I’m breast feeding, God does that hurt.” She quickly took her hand off of Sobia’s ass and grabbed one of Sobia’s breasts. Afshan looked at her and from the look on Sobia’s face she could tell that they were both nursing.

Sobia brought her hands and began to wrestle with Afshan’s to get her breast released and they ended in a test of strength struggle with interlocked fingers.

Now the girls where aggressively pushing and pulling each other around the room. Afshan seamed slightly stronger in the legs and managed to push Sobia back into the wall and in a push managed to slam her breasts into Sobia’s.

She did this 4 times causing the air to be knocked out of both of them. On the fifth she began to try to press Sobia into the wall pressing their stomachs together.

Sobia, struggling for breath, looked at the floor and then stated to Afshan “you just made a milk stain on the floor.” Afshan equally out of breath from trying to press her body into Sobia’s asked “Yours or mine?”
Sobia giggled “both of ours, I think.” And fought her hands free, grabbed Afshan around the waist and with a primal scream swung her adversary causing both of them to tumble to the floor.

Both naked young mothers, barely 8 weeks out of childbirth hit the floor rolling over each other. Swollen milk laden breasts pressed against each other dripping milk and body sweat as they rolled around. Getting tired both girls where slowly rolling on top of each other trying to pin the other. Not in an extremely violent manner, but still using all their waning strength.

They heard their husbands playfully shouting suggestions as to different positions to try to pin the other women in. Afshan gained the top position with her matted black hair falling into wet brown hair below her. Afshan managed to get her thigh over Sobia’s hips and mount her sitting on her thighs. Afshan looked down and smiled at Sobia as she took Sobia’s arms and battled them over her head and slowly scooted her ass cheeks until their womanly mounds where almost touching. Afshan was out of breath and breathing hard. She looked at Sobia and said “I’m tired, this is harder then I remember.” Sobia giggled and agreed. “Ya give?” Sobia said “Never!” and began to buck at Afshan. Afshan cooed and said “that felt good. Bounce me around again.” Sobia smiled and said “your tits are fun to watch giggle from down here.” Afshan coly smiled and said “it feels good to have your ‘baby maker’ rub against mine.” Sobia bucked several more times causing Afshan to let out a little squile of pleasure.

Both stayed in position of hip to hip, stomachs barely touching as they caught their breaths. Afshan lowered her body down and laid on Sobia. She turned to Sobia’s husband and said “your wife is comfy to lay on. Nice pillows.” Sobia giggled as their breasts where pressed together. A few moments later Afshan raised herself a few inches so that her breasts where just brushing Sobia’s tits that where slightly laying to each side of her chest. She whispered in her ear “I think our husbands are going to stop treating us like baby making mommy’s now.” Sobia whispered back “I hope so, I love being a mom, but I want to be treated like a women, too.”

Afshan pressed the rest of her body down against Sobia’s and planted a kiss on Sobia’s lips. Both women melting into each other as they caressed their hands up and down each others backs and ass’s. Laying side by side they continued to make out until they found their husbands standing beside them. Both guys looked at each other as if to say “I don’t want to stop this, but I need my wife back.” The young moms stopped, looked up at their husbands and waited until their men helped them up. Needless to say, both women received just rewards from their husbands that night.

Office Confrontation

Late night on Friday at the office. Two co-workers had stayed in a bit later to get a few things in before packing it in. One was 22 year old Beenish and the other was 23 year old Shazia, neither knew each other, but felt something strongly against each other.

While coming across the corridor, they bump into each other. Tension grows as they stared at each other, wondering why they had to meet like this, facing each other at this time of night. One of them felt they had to say something, so Beenish decided to say.

"Shazia is it, see your stay overtime I see?"

"Yes and apparently you are as well, Beenish?"

"Hmm, what is it that you'd be doing at this time of night?"

"Applying for a new job as manager."

Beenish's eyes opened wide as she was shocked, that it made Shazia wonder what was up with her. Just then Beenish became stern again. "Well you’re going to be severely disappointed, as I have already signed up for that and there's no way they're going to pick you over me."

Shazia had became surprised as well but replied. "What, why would they chose an obnoxious and annoying person over me."

"I do beg your pardon, but it's a lot better than having some stupid girl like you in charge."

"Yes, that's unless you add that whining voice of yours, that thing could make everyone quit there job if not careful."

"What was that you retching thing, you should just go to some other place and do your own things rather than kick us around."

Both girls were looking at each other more violently than evermore, knowing this would come to a conclusion with thrash talking, Shazia turned her back to Beenish but kept eyes focused on her. "If you want to settle this then, step into my office."

Following her rival, Beenish followed her without question into one of the office rooms, where they step into an empty space taking off her high heels, Shazia spoke. "So you think an obnoxious person like you's got the guts to fight her way to manager then. I see no need for this, but it might risk your dream." Knowing what was coming, Shazia also pulled off her high heels. Standing now, Beenish offered. "Well bring it whinny."

Beenish got a figure of 36c-27-36 and had a white kurti & black dupatta on her 1 shoulder which leaves everything on her chest uncovered & black trouser type shalwar. Shazia was in a pale yellow short kameez with green straight shalwar & a dupatta in her neck, she had a figure of 36c-28-34

Both girls closed in on each other, grabbing two handfuls of each other's hair trying to pull each other's hair back. Their feet staggered across the floor as they both struggled to hold themselves.

Lifted her knee, Beenish rammed into Shazia's cunt causing her to let go of her hair and cover her cunt. Going for it now, Beenish shouldered into Shazia and knocked them both into the ground. Getting up onto her knees still on Shazia, Beenish grabbed hold of Shazia's kameez and ripped it open. "Bet that was expensive, don't think our boss will want someone who can't look after her suit let alone a business."

Before she could rip open her shirt, Shazia was able to throw her off on the floor. Getting up before Beenish could, Shazia grabbed hold of Beenish’s shalwar and stripped them down to her knees. "Oh yeah, I bet he wouldn't like knowing one of her employees go showing her thong either."

Embarrased and shamed, Beenish sat up and immediatly slapped Shazia across the face. Angered, Shazia plowed into her and knocked Beenish into the floor. She tried to stay firmly on her, but reluntanly, Beenish was able to sit up straight, but with Shazia still against her, sitting opposite.

Trying to push each other back down they tied hands and pushed against each other, with breasts against each other. "Get those so called boobs off mine!" threatened Beenish. Continuing to tussle with hand grips, they slipped go of one hand finally and began using it to tear at each other's clothes.

Using the other hands as well they begin tearing each other's kameez. Aftering ripping opened Shazia's kameez to reveal her bouncing breasts inside their off-white bra and before Beenish's shirt was open, Beenish tackled her and pushed into the ground and was on top again.

Wrestling and fighting against one another, Beenish had tried to get up, but Shazia had managed to take advantage of her legs which were tangled with her shalwar and wrapped her own legs to keep her down. Pulling on each other's hair again, they began to roll across the floor again.

Managing to hold Beenish down, Shazia fought her way up, sitting herself on Beenish. Grabbing hold of Beenish's head, Shazia then forced her face into her breasts. "Seeing as you so badly wanted to look at my breasts, here you go!"

Keeping her arms folded around Beenish's head, Shazia continued to force Beenish to be smoother against her breasts. Not wanting to get beaten like this, Beenish opens her mouth onto one of the breasts and bites a flesh full of it. Unable to take the pain, Shazia cries out in pain and throws Beenish's head off.

After taking a couple of breaths of air, Beenish realizes that Shazia's still checking for bite marks and so approaches her confidently. Before Shazia could react, Beenish already jumped on her with both hands onto her boobs and starts clawing them again. Trying to get her off, Shazia was slapping her in the face, but as Beenish clawed harder it became more futile for Shazia to try and get her off.
Instead she ripped open Beenish's shirt "Let's see how small those breasts are." revealing the twin bagged breasts, Shazia did not bother to remove them from the black bra and just scratched the top of them. Both girls were then trying to desperately ripping each others breasts. Unable to take the breast clawing, Beenish jumped up onto two feet. Pursuing her Shazia also got to two feet.

Circling each other hastily to get on with it. They slammed into each other, with their breasts colliding, the two pairs of big breasts flattened one another and both girls bounced backwards silly and holding onto the breasts feeling them ache after the collision.
First to recover was Beenish and clutched Shazia by the hair trying to force her head down to the floor. Forgetting that Shazia still had hands, who grabbed hold of Beenish’s thong and cunt and started pulling on it. Sparked by the pain of her cunt, Beenish began to loosen her grip on Shazia's hair to finally get her off.. Shazialet go of Beenish's pussy and fisted her pussy with her hand now finally letting go.

Pulling her head back up and making sure most her hair was there, Shazia was distracted long enough for Beenish to recover from the flaring pain in her pussy and grab Shazia by the shalwar and swish them down to her knees.

Embarrassed that her panties had been revealed "Ah stripped me again you whore!", Shazia leaned down covering herself with her arms, allowing Beenish to put Shazia in a headlock. The two danced around all silly, especially with Shazia tangled in her shalwar that it made it difficult to fight back "Let go!". Slowly Beenish was able to start crushing the air out of Shazia, but then Shazia was able to put her arm around Beenish and reach her hand until she found her bra, taking a grip of it she immediatly tore the bra off. "No my bra, that was expensive!" Letting go of Shazia's head to try and save her bra, Beenish found out she had thought foolishly.

With Beenish putting her arms behind her to try and keep the bra on, Shazia brought her fist and punched it into her right breast back into it's chest and knocked Beenish back into the ground. Clumsily though, Shazia go caught in her shalwar and fell forward and ended up dropping her head between Beenish's legs and onto her pussy.

Feeling Shazia drop her head there, Beenish tied her legs around her and placed her in a scissor headlock and grabbed the hair sticking out and pulled on it. "I'll teach you for tearing my bra and hurting my breasts!" Trying to break free, Shazia was clawing at Beenish's legs trying to flinch her off. Disliking her hair being pulled and the stink of Beenish's cunt, Shazia had to be desperate again and bite onto Beenish's thigh.

Finding it real painful, Beenish scrambled off and away from Shazia. "Ouch you just bite anywhere you filthy woman!" Getting up onto all fours, Shazia was spitting out the horrible taste and trying to forget how close she was to Beenish's pussy. Sliding up to her, Beenish grabbed hold of Shazia's head and pulled it down to the ground furios and next climbed over her.

Now Beenish was on top of Shazia's back held her down. "I'll be needing these shalwar after I'm done with you." Said Beenish and stripped off Shazia's shalwar. Both were almost naked, Beenish had wrapped her arms around Shazia's stomach and placed her head between her knees. Shazia struggled to stand Beenish's weight that she eventually crashed down over her arms and legs onto the floor.

Wriggling around quickly before Beenish took advantage, Shazia got onto her back and grabbed her hands around Beenish's waist and grabbed tight onto Shazia's backside. Attempting to ignore the pain Beenish grabbed hold of Shazia's legs and tried forcing them open, soon Shazia's legs were stretched out as far as they could with Beenish trying to force them even more wider.

After a minute of this Shazia decided to instead lift herself up and wrap her arms around Beenish's waist and pushed so that she pushed Beenish over and onto the ground. Shocked by this Beenish was successfully turned to her side and Shazia succeeded in wrapping her legs around Beenish. Reacting though Beenish coiled her own legs around and they each had each other in body scissors.

Fighting to show dominance and strength they began trying to be the on top and keep each other down by yank with their legs. Soon they were getting tired of their and leaned towards one another with their legs still fierce around each other. Both reached their hands the other's chest and began squeezing on each other's closet breasts that they could reach. It was like a unique tug of war as neither was letting go of the breast. "Stop yanking off my breast!" Ordered Beenish. "Let go of mine, at least they're not fake."

Either unable to take the pain for too long and stretch their arms out, Beenish slipped go of her breast grip. Relieved she held on the longest, Shazia let go of her breast grip. Afterwards they were free of each other's scissor hold and staggered about cradling their breasts.

Finishing her breast whimper first, Shazia rotated to grab Beenish's pussy with her fingers. "Argh don't touch my cunt!" And Beenish also grabbed hold of her pussy. Both girls were now using their nails and fingers to tear each other's cunt apart. They were mainly yanking each other at first, but as they became more aggressive and dug under each other's underwearing began fingering inside their pussys scratching inside.

When a few minutes past the girls backed off unable to take it. Doubling over hiding her pussy, Shazia turned her ass to Beenish, unable to resist she placed her foot to her backside and pushed her into the floor face first. Next she leaned down and grabbed Shazia’s off-white panties and slided them off.

Stark naked, Shazia couldn't be anymore embarrassed and wriggled about trying to cover herself "Where's my clothes, where's my clothes!" Continuing the fight, Beenish picked her up by the feet and then pressed her foot down into Shazias vulnerable pussy. Shazia screamed out as Beenish's foot drove into her. Still able to move around her knees regardless of Beenish holding her feet, she was able to curl them around Beenish's stomping leg and dragged her following bum first onto floor.

While she was dazed, Shazia sat up and slid out Beenish's black thong. When she recovered they were both sitting face to face. They came up into each other wrap legs much as possible around one another and tearing each others hair out. They came so close that they were pussy to pussy and breast to breast almost flat. Their heads were pulled back trying to tear their hair out. Giving up on pulling each other's hair, they just wrap arms around each other since it was much easier.

Exhausted now and just trying to make a final squeeze together. Their bodies sweating together and they breathed deeply as they questioned themselves how much they could go on. Regaining their desires to tear one another apart and Beenish leaned forward biting onto each other. Disgusted with Beenish's teeth marks on her face, she grabbed her hair trying to pull her head back, however Beenish was biting tight onto her face. Feeling no choice once more she slapped her arm around Beenish and started biting her face as well.

Disliking it more, Beenish let go with her mouth and so did Shazia. Now though Beenish pushed back from Shazia and when Shazia thought they were just pushing away from one another, Beenish grabbed both of her tits while they still sat against one another. Squealing out in pain Shazia as well desperately grabbed Beenish’s left breast with both hands and began squeezing on it, knowing it was the one hurt most. Knowing she could not compete like this, Beenish moved one of her hands to interfere in the pussy fight and started clawing Shazia's pussy. Reacting the same Shazia also grabbed Beenish’s pussy. Moving their hands from place to place they were trying to find were it hurt most amongst one another, slapping or scratching breasts, pinch or pulling pussies and anything else the girls could do sitting against one another.

As things couldn't heat up any longer, they were sweating like might mad and were becoming completely tired that they were slipping fingers on each other dripping breasts and they weren't able to get a grip on each other's pussy. So tired they both collapsed so exhausted.

They only rested for a couple of seconds on their back, but soon Beenish was able to get up onto all fours and was about to continue fighting Shazia, but the girl suddenly said. "Wait... I give...", She would of probably continued her onslaught but her body was giving her own onslaught.

"You'll... back out of... the job... then."

For a moment Shazia paused thinking and said. "Yes... I'll back out."

"Okay then..."

And Beenish went to grab her things as Shazia was left lying on the floor so badly wanting to take rest now.

A Social Affair

Fauzia admired herself in the mirror. She looked gorgeous! And she knew it. Although now passing 32 years of age, she worked hard keeping herself in very good shape. She weighed a little more now. There seemed no way to avoid that. But she was very proud of her shape that "stuck out" in all the right places, from her size 38D bust to her full but shapely ass. She was blessed with legs which other women would die for and she took care of them.

So, putting on a glittering blue saree with a matching sleeveless blouse.. over this fabulous frame, she combed her dark black hair which were upto breasts with satisfaction.. Once happy with the mirror's image, she went off to her evening's engagement. This evening, she would be co-hosting a lavish fund raising affair for Karachi women's club. She had belonged to the "Women's League for Social Consciousness and Justice" for over 5 years. Their members were mostly upper class women in the city and surrounding suburban area. They were high profile and did a couple of lavish fund raisers each year. Tonight a well know man from corporate world would be addressing them and lending his support for their plans.

After the drive across town, she hurriedly parked her Honda city in the Parking lot. She was considerably early in order to help set up the affair. As the co host, she wanted to make sure everything was just right. This was the very luxurious home of the other co host, Tahira.

Knocking at the front door, she was met by one of the members; pointing to the back of the house and saying, "Hello, Fauzia. Everyone's in the kitchen". Walking back, Fauzia saw several women going every which way, busy with getting everything done. Everyone one was dressed nicely as this was a coveted social affair as well as a fund raiser. Fauzia, being recently divorced, was unescorted. It wasn't that she didn't have a man in her life; but she wanted to concentrate on the party and not an escort tonight.

She quickly joined in to help the other ladies, busily going back and forth, discussing final arrangements and placing things, "just so". More and more people started to arrive and the whole evening was shaping up nicely. Presently, she found herself in the very large pantry in back of the kitchen, when Tahira came rushing in and brushed past her to snatch a flower arrangement from the shelf. "We're not going to be done it time, I'm afraid", she said. Then turning to leave, she bumped the flowers against Fauzia's face and left without another word.

Fauzia was instantly angry that Tahira had said nothing about her rude gesture, not to mention that she now had to go comb her hair again. Returning to the preparations, she found that she could not quit thinking about what Tahira had done. As they worked side by side to continue to get things ready, Tahira did not give the slightest indication that she knew what she had done. In fact, Fauzia noticed something strange about Tahira, the more she observed her. She was treating Fauzia as if she wasn't there. Twice more she bumped into Fauzia "accidentally" without saying a word. And Fauzia was starting to get irritated. She decided to take matters into her own hands. She wasn't about to let Tahira run over her, so to speak. When the two of them found themselves in the kitchen, temporarily alone, she bumped her hip into Tahira when returning to the dining room. She said nothing and kept walking. Two could play at this game. In a few minutes, she noticed Tahira glaring at her as they decorated the living room. Then in passing each other in the long front hallway, again with no one else around, they both purposely bumped their hips into each other as they passed. There was plenty of room in the hallway, they both knew. It seemed that a little bad blood was opening up between them, and Fauzia was not about to let Tahira get the best of her.

A couple more times the women smacked their shapely hips together when they had the opportunity. They still had not said a word about what was going on between them when they once again were alone in the back pantry for the moment. Realizing their surroundings, the women just stared hard at each other, saying nothing, but daring the other by their looks; as if to say "you want to take this further, bitch?". Tahira was also wearing a saree but a yellow one.. n was lookin awesome... Tahira had coloured her hair burgundy…compared to Fauzia’s natural black hair… Tahira was a year older but had just as fabulous a body as Fauzia. Her bust was a little smaller, not that much. And they were exactly the same height in
their 3 inch platforms...

Still staring, the women stepped toward each other, the sound of their heels on the floor echoing in the pantry. Fauzia was really getting fed up with this and flushed into the initiative. She pushed her body right into Tahira's. It was boob to boob and she pushed her leg in between those of Tahira, feeling her mound with her thigh.

Tahira, drew a quick breath of surprise at this bodily invasion, but stood her ground. The women stood there for several seconds, pressed into each other's bodies provocatively. Then, hearing approaching footsteps, they quickly separated and walked out behind each other. Fauzia was more determined now than ever. That kamini obviously had some problem with her. And she was not going to back down. Tahira would be sorry.

As the house began to fill up with guests, the two women eyed each other wherever they went. Presently Tahira, when she thought no one was looking, motioned her head at Fauzia. She beckoned for her to come back toward the kitchen. Following as soon as she could, Fauzia looked into the kitchen and saw Tahira at the pantry door. She curled her finger toward Fauzia as she disappeared into the pantry. The two women then repeated their physical challenge of a few minutes earlier. But this time they smacked their bodies into each other with abandon and grinded their thighs against the others' pussy. Their tits were pitted against each other. Again, they glared for several seconds. They still hadn't said a word. Fauzia wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. They felt their hot breath on each other's faces and smelled their conflicting perfumes. Fauzia found herself strangely becoming excited down deep in her loins. Tahira reached around with one hand and pulled on Fauzia's hair from behind. Now it was Fauzia's turn to suck a quick breath of surprise. She was only too happy to copy Tahira's move. So now they were tugging gently at each other's distinctive long hair as the conflict escalated.

In a few more seconds, there were loud sounds of dishes clanking together in the kitchen. The women both groaned, almost under their breath. They didn't want to break, but didn't want to get caught either. Certainly this wasn't the time or the place for a catfight. Breaking contact and rejoining the others separately, Fauzia felt the pangs of disappointment. She was definitely into this thing with Tahira now; whatever it was. As they went around doing their hosting duties, she was constantly distracted with thoughts of her confrontation with Tahira. Fauzia was not a violent person. She was genuinely puzzled by these feelings she had towards Tahira. But nevertheless, she had absolutely no intention of backing down. In fact, she strangely looked forward to escalating the hostilities!

Once more, right after corporate person arrived; they found themselves momentarily alone in the long front hallway. Fauzia literally grabbed Tahira and pulled her into the small adjacent bathroom, closing the door and locking it. The two women turned to face each other in another stare down. At once overcome with raw desire, Fauzia grabbed Tahira's breasts through her saree n blouse with both hands and started squeezing. She couldn't believe she did that but it felt so good. Tahira, squealed softly at the attack and also grabbed a double handful of Fauzia's breasts. The two women continued to glare at one another while squeezing as hard as they could. They were very conscious of being quiet with the house full of people. For almost a full three minutes they squeezed each other's tits through their clothes. Then they reached around their backs, as they did before, and began to pull each other's long hair. Legs parted and slid together. Their sarees, hiked up a bit and Fauzia began to get very wet, she gave a little knee action to Tahira’s pussy to smack it gently. Soon, Tahira was also kneeing her pussy and the two were about to loose control of themselves.

Somehow, they both seemed to realize their surroundings and they stopped struggling for a moment. Loud laughter could be heard from the living room and they knew they had to return to the party. Once again, sighing with disappointment, they reluctantly separated. Each had to take several more minutes to fix their clothes and hair. Before leaving the bathroom, they stood nose to nose and glared at each other once more.

Fauzia's head was spinning. She felt intoxicated. The party was now a blur to her. She could think of nothing but the catfight she now desperately wanted to have with Tahira. Somehow they made it though dinner and then retired to the living room for the Corporate's talk. Fauzia stared at Tahira on the couch across from her. Tahira's saree was very sexy, showing her shapely figure. And Fauzia found herself squirming in her seat to put her own sexy figure on display even more by crossing her legs. She was going to compete with Tahira in every way, at every turn. What was she doing? Was she insane? She no longer knew, but admitted that she couldn't help herself.

The corporate went on and on. She was afraid he was never going to stop. She and Tahira had stared and glared at each other through most of the speech. Now, mercifully, there was applause, hand shaking, and a scattering of everyone around the house again.

A nasty thought entered Fauzia's head as she moved from the living room toward the hallway. It seemed that most of the people were moving toward the dining room and more dessert or coffee. Seeing that Tahira was hanging back, still looking at her, Fauzia walked quickly toward the stairs. She stopped at the bottom, struck a sexy pose and crooked her finger at Tahira, motioning here to join her upstairs. Then she walked up, trying to act as if nothing was going on and hoping no one else saw her.

Tahira let a small grin cross her face as she witnessed Fauzia's invitation. And her heart pounded as she followed, looking over her shoulder to see if she was being noticed. She got to the top of the stairs quickly and began walking down the hallway. Finding an open door on the left, she peered inside. The light was on and she saw Fauzia on the far side of the spacious bedroom. Entering and closing the door quickly, the women kicked off their sandals and began to circle slowly around the room, staring at each other now with dirty little smiles on their faces. They had no intentions of stopping this time. They both wanted to catfight...

The women glared at each other across the room. Fauzia realized she was breathing as hard as though she had run half a mile. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this excited. The bedroom was spacious and carpeted. A lavish king-sized bed was at one end. The bed had no headboard. And the walls behind the bed and on either side were comprised entirely of mirrors. "This must be Tahira's bedroom," Fauzia thought to herself.

"It is not hard to see what she likes to do-- the naughty slutty kamiini." After several seconds Tahira said, "Finally. I've been dying to do this all evening bitch.. aaj tujhe maaza chakaungi kutiya…”. Fauzia smiled, replying, "Come on bitch... Kamini.. dekhte hai kisme kitna hai dum... mazaaa toh tujhe main chakaungi saali raandii" Warily eyeing each other, the two women began to slowly remove all jewelry. Their necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings were removed and set aside. Slowly they came together in an ever shrinking circle; glaring at each other. They knew what they were here for and both planned to enjoy it. Nearing each other, they begin reaching for each other with open arms. The women seemed to melt into one form--like a hand in glove. They grabbed each other's hair and waist. Their legs parted as they wrapped them around each other's legs the best they could without falling; tits and nipples pressed together tightly. They groaned with pleasure as they grabbed hands full of hair and begin to jerk each others' head back and forth as they stumbled around the room. After a few seconds, they were panting from the excitement rising in them as their bodies pressed together. They were face to face; their cheeks rubbing, they could almost taste the champagne on each others' lips. They grunted and groaned as they began their battle of domination. Their grips on each others hair tightened as they continued struggling face to face. After several minutes they fell on to the foot of the bed. Their desire to dominate and control each other intensified as they rushed to wrap their legs around their opponent's legs and waist. Their sarees rode up high near around knees as they wrestled their bare legs together. The violet silk bedspread offered no traction for the fighting women and they were soon slipping and sliding uncontrollably over the top of the bed. Thrashing wildly, they soon slipped from the bed onto the floor. Landing with a hard thud, they remained locked in a fighting embrace wedged against one of the mirrored walls. Having no room to maneuver, they lay together with Tahira partially on top of Fauzia. Glaring at each other, they once again grabbed a fistful of the others' hair as they used their other hand to squeeze, pull, and twist the others breasts. Tiring from the opening struggle, they each noticed their images on the mirrored walls. Tahira looked at the raunchy sight of the two of wrapped up together; their sarees up around knees exposing their bare legs. Tahira had her leg sexily thrown over Fauzia's body. Her knee was bent with the calf between Fauzia's spread legs. Their once perfectly coiffed hair now was in wild disarray. Their designer sarees draped down over their shoulders. Tahira was mesmerized by the sight of them as she lay there taking it in for a moment. Fauzia was also unable to resist examining what she and Tahira looked like cat fighting on the floor.

Both women were pleased and excited by what they saw. Strangely, Fauzia was not the slightest bit disgusted or sorry about what she and Tahira had started. This was not like her; or was it? The two women were transfixed by their sexy image in the mirror. Eventually after having rested a bit, they turned to look at each other again. "Like what you see,cunt?" Tahira purred. "Yeah", Fauzia moaned, "I see me beating your fucking slut ass!" They each moved to renew their fight, but quickly found there wasn't enough room to move between the bed and the mirrored wall.

"I need some room to fight you, bitch," Tahira hissed. "Fine, get off me you randii. I'm ready to rock and roll," Fauzia shot back as she shoved her hands into Tahira's breasts thru the saree n blouse. Slowly, they rose to their feet. Their eyes remained locked in their hatred for the other as they walked back to the center of the room. They charged at each other, their bodies slamming together as both women moaned from the impact. With lightening speed, they grabbed each others tits through their sarees. Tahira's fingers tightened as she ripped her hands to the side ripping the front of Fauzia's blouse wide open exposing her lacy white bra. Enraged, Fauzia grabbed the shoulder straps of Tahira's blouse and ripped them down of her shoulders exposing a lacy black bra. Their perfectly manicured nails began to rake at the others breasts, their fingers digging into the other's hard nipples. Their bras soon feel in shreds to the floor. Legs kicked and lashed out furiously. In just a few seconds they were left standing only in their petticoats. Fauzia had a matching blue petticoat under her saree which was now fully exposed while Tahira had a white petticote.. both women topless. Their chests heaved up and down as panted and gasped for air as they tried to catch their breaths. They furiously attacked each other again targeting each other’s petticoats tearing it off within moments, as they both wished to humiliate the other by making her totally naked.. by now the petticotes went off. Fauzia noticed that they were similarly undressed, she in white thigh highs and Tahira in black. Both wore sheer panties that left nothing to the imagination. Their breasts covered with scratches and their nipples were hard. The two women attacked each other eagerly once again and were soon doubled over at the waist as they continued to pull hair and kick each other. Their legs wrapped together causing them to lose their balance and fall heavily to the floor. They rolled across the floor, their legs wrapped around each other's waist. Each woman grunted with exertion when she found herself being mounted and dominated by the other. They scratched at each other's bare legs, squeezed breasts and nipples and slugged each other in the back, sides, anywhere the could reach. They were mauling at each other anyway they could. Presently Fauzia found herself rubbing her pussy on Tahira's leg searching out pussy to pussy contact with the bitch. Tahira seemed to have the same thought as the women rolled to a stop on their sides. Slowly at first, they began to bump their pussies together in a fucking motion. The rough fight had pushed their sheer see-through panties half off their shapely asses. Fauzia and Tahira began to grind harder and faster against each other as they continued their hair pulling and breast mauling.

As the fight continued, both kept loosing their energy.. it was nearly 20 minutes of continuous struggle both the women had been in. they became extremely tired & exhausted but none willing to let other gain the advantage. For a moment they stopped.. breathing heavily, trying to gain some more breath. Looking into each other’s eyes.. when Tahira finally broke the silence “Dare to fight nude bitch… himmat hai to nangi laray gee???”.. Fauzia replied “Why not slut, im not as shy as u think” both stood up again having very little energy remaining within self, but each trying to get it finished as soon as possible. Still breathing heavily the both took off their panties & threw at each other’s faces and charged towards each other once again.. holding hands wide spread crushing their breasts with each other.. both kept pushing hard into each other such that the 4 milky breasts collapsed into each other. Fauzia tried to kick Tahira’s pussy with her left knee but somehow missed the target as both were badly shaking each other getting miserably misbalanced.. Tahira got the idea about the missed attack from Fauzia & did the same to Fauzia, kicking her womanhood with her left knee thankfully connecting the target perfectly. Fauzia screamed in pain as she bent down trying to get her hands to sooth the affected region but Tahira held her strongly. All the fingers mingled with each other’s tightly as Tahira knew very well she was close to conquering the opponent. Tahira was trying to crunch Fauzia’s fingers between her own fingers as she applied full force on it. Fauzia was still bent down when Tahira threw another kick on the same spot with her right knee this time. Tahira could see Fauzia’s naked back as she was totally bowing in front of her with pain with both her hands in total control of Tahira.

Just when Tahira thought that the fight is about to finish & she would throw a final kick on the same spot again, Fauzia having still bowed against Tahira started pushing herself into Tahira with all her remaining energy.. just like a bull with a matador in his horns, Fauzia smacked Tahira hard into the mirrored wall.. Tahira screamed in pain as she loosened the grip on Fauzia & both the women fell on floor.. for couple of minutes Fauzia kept rubbing her womanhood while Tahira holding her back stayed on floor. Both again got up the same time, this time on their knees moving towards each other got their selves into a bear hug. As both were getting out of energy they were hardly causing any damage to the opponent. Trying to crunch each other’s ribs with their almost lost energy was nothing more than a formality. With that in mind Fauzia changed her plan and started to push Tahira with all the weight of her body, Tahira was focusing on the bear hug so wasn’t ready for the changed war plan, she took a few steps back in order to retain her balance but couldn’t keep up & fell on floor with Fauzia on top. Still not willing to loose the battle Tahira quickly rolled over and got Fauzia underneath her, Fauzia did the same again to regain the top position & the women kept rolling trying to get on top of the opponent, reached the other end of the room. With no more space to take another roll it was luckily Fauzia on top of Tahira. Tahira tried to roll her again to the opposite side of the wall but Fauzia got hold of a nearby curtain which prevented Tahira from rolling over again. Considering this as an opportunity Fauzia quickly got up & sat right on the breasts of Tahira.. her soft & enough hips were now pressing a wonderful pair of boobs underneath, making them almost flat. Tahira tried to make a weakest attempt to struggle but dint had enough energy left in herself. A couple of times Tahira tried to raise her belly to off balance Fauzia but no use, then there was faint attempts to hold Fauzia’s wrists but other then randomly moving 4 arms of both girls here & there, nothing was fruitful. They both stopped their actions, Fauzia also breathing heavily sitting right on top of Fauzia was supporting her own weight by keeping her hands on floor on either side of Tahira’s head. Hear head down with all her hair falling down on Tahira, for about a few minutes there wasn’t any move other than deep breathing.. then finally Fauzia said “see you bitch, dekh lia??? Keh kon behtar hai…” Tahira replied, “no way kameeni, if u brave then lets get in the middle again…” Fauzia said “ its all over now you slut, just admit that I have defeated you.”

“No” shouted Tahira and started to make attempts to get Fauzia away from her but Fauzia got a handful of Tahira’s hair and pulled her head up & smacked it down to the floor.. “Do u want more??? Haaan??” she again pulled her head up & smacked to the floor.. Tahira yelled “enough… stop it….. please stop it….. you are better….. I admit…..” this brought a smile on Fauzia’s face as she let go of Tahira’s hair and said “you know very well what a looser is supposed to do…” she positioned her self properly & sat on face of Tahira asking the burgundy haired women to lick her out. Tahira had no choice but to obey the command.

Pakistani vs Indian Catfight

The academic year at a college in UK was about to commence in two weeks but two Asian students had arrived before time. The management allotted them one room and handed over the keys to them.

Simran was an attractive girl with fair complexion black hair and beautiful body with huge 38D sized boobs. She was waiting in the room for her room mate to come and was happy that she had an Asian room partner. Few minutes later Sadaf entered and the room, she was fair beautiful and also 38D sized boobs. Both girls immediately became friends and chatted before they could even unpack.

‘Lets unpack Sadaf, I’m so happy that I have an Indian room mate, I would hated to have a paki room mate and rather would have ended up killing her’ Simran turned around and saw Sadaf stood with face red with anger ‘ I’m a Pakistani and I should have asked your name first, I too hate Indians’.

Both girls stood staring at each other for few minutes and then Simran turned around to unpack. Sadaf took her clothes and went into the bathroom to change while Simran changed in the room. That night they did not talk to each other.

Next morning both tried to change the rooms but were informed that it would not be possible for a few days until college begins.

After touring the city, Simran came back to the room wearing jeans n a shirt and saw Sadaf reading a magazine. Ignoring her she removed her shirt and jeans & in her Bra & Panties went into the bathroom to freshen up. As she came out Sadaf could not resist looking at her massive cleavage and beautiful legs. She was watching Simran moving around in her bra n panty in the room and finally said, ‘ tu kapde pehnigi ya phir nangi rahegi’ Simran was bugged n said ‘ teri kya problem hain, itni jealous feel karrahi hain to ankh bandh karle, you jealous bitch’ Sadaf got out of the bed and said ‘ I will teach you a lesson for using that language’, Simran kept the things in her hand aside and confronted Sadaf, ‘ Lets see your lesson come on i'm ready’ as Sadaf was about to pounce on Simran her mobile rang and as their room had a signal problem, to answer it Sadaf left the room leaving Simran standing semi naked. When Sadaf came back Simran was already in her bed and Sadaf went off to her bed.

Next morning when Sadaf woke up Simran was not in the bed. Few minutes later Sadaf’s mother arrived and they got busy talking. Simran entered the room and with a nod of the head acknowledged her mother, she then in front of her mother changed into her shirt n skirt and went out again.

When she returned to her room Sadaf’s mother was gone and she saw Sadaf sitting , ‘ you bitch , you have no shame, elders ke samne nangi hojati hain’, Simran replied angrily ‘ whats the big deal it was a woman after all, besides what Is your problem If I get naked, you pakis wear a burka and go to pakistan’.

Sadaf could not control herself and slapped Simran, she was shocked and was not ready for this. ‘I will teach you a lesson today you paki bitch’ and Simran caught the collar of Sadaf’s pink nighty and ripped it open. Sadaf stood in a pink bra n white panty and Simran for a moment stopped to admire Sadaf’s beautiful huge milky boobs. Sadaf now feeling humiliated went at Simran and pulled her her shirt and while Simran was resisting Sadaf pulled her skirt as well. Now both girls were in their bra ‘s & panties, Simran had a black bra and orange panty. They both circled around and agian pounced at each other slapping and calling names. Simran tripped Sadaf and she fell to the ground , wasting no time Simran pulled Sadaf’s bra and within herself admired her huge boobs. Sadaf was lying down with Simran over her holding her boobs, Sadaf put her hands in Simran’s panties and scratched her bum and Simran released her boobs, Sadaf pushed her aside but not without pulling Simran’s bra . Now both girls stood in their panties only, ‘ you want to fight more’ said Sadaf , ‘ till I puncture your boobs’ said Simran. Both girls attacked each others boobs and stood pressing others boobs, Sadaf managed to to kick Simran in her belly and she released Sadaf;s boobs, taking this opportunity she pulled Simrans panties leaving her naked. Simran was getting tired and knowing this Sadaf said ‘ Lets fist fight’. Simran agreed and said ‘Sadaf if you are woman take off your panties and fight with me’ Sadaf hesitated but then removed her panties and threw it towards Simran. Both girls punched each other but Simran could not withstand the punches of Sadaf. Simran finally said ‘ I give up Sadaf, please stop it’ Sadaf said ‘ I can leave you only if you finger fuck me’ Simran nodded and Sadaf with a smile on her face dragged Simran towards her bed.

Simran woke up next morning fully naked and completely humiliated. she looked over and found the naked body of Sadaf besides her. Embarrassed by her humiliation she tried to cover her face and sob. Her humiliation was compounded when she smelt Sadaf's scent on her fingers. Disgusted she ran to the bathroom and threw up She quickly got into the shower and began to scrub herself with soap. The cold water running down her hair and her body seemed to alleviate her humiliation. when she suddenly felt hands grabbing her boobs and pinching her nipples. She turned around to hear Sadaf whisper. How is my Indian cow feeling. Simran ran out of the shower tears in her eyes. Quickly wrapping herself in the towel she wiped herself got dressed in a light blue salwer kameez and headed out.

The college was still off so Simran dint have much to do but she was too embarrassed to stay in the room. She spent her morning in the local cafe and wrote letters to her parents and her boyfriend. She thought off confiding to her boyfriend about last night’s confrontation but couldn’t dare. She licked the envelope and was sealing it when she saw Sadaf and her mom walk into the cafe. she hastily began to retreat but Sadaf's mom called her name. Simran said hello and quickly excused herself. she could sees a smirk on Sadaf's face as Sadaf whispered something to her mom.

Simran rushed to her room and burying her face into her mattress wept or 2 hours contemplating quitting college and returning home. she fell asleep and dreamt of how she had worked hard to top her university and obtain the scholarship to study in UK. she dreamt of all the battles she had fought with her rivals in school and college. She woke up sometime in the evening. she was now much more determined to teach that bitch Sadaf a lesson. She slowly undressed and put on her very sexy red lace bra and matching thongs. She covered them with her workout black tight jeans and red tank top she headed to the gym when she herd whispers outside her door. it was Sadaf and her mom who were trying to get into the room.

Sadaf was wearing tight navy blue blue jeans and white tank top much to the disappointment of her mom. Sadaf looked at Simran and yelled where are you going bitch you still have to cook and clean the room. She looked at her mom and both of them started to laugh. Simran yelled well Pakistani cunt Ill teach you a lesson today. do you want to get your ass kicked in front of your ugly mom. Sadaf asked her mom to step out o the room as she dint want her to be involved. Sadaf’s mom was worried but was confident that her daughter could take care of herself. She hesitantly left for her hostel room asking Sadaf to call her as soon as she was done. Sadaf closed the door and faced Simran. "Kutiya lagta hai kal ki pitayi kaafi nahi thi (bitch looks like last nights beating was not enough). Simran replied "Chudail aaj teri khushi chood daloongi (Slut Ill fuck your happiness today). She charged at Sadaf and started to shake her head from side to side. Sadaf returned the favor and now both girls were ripping each others hair. they tangled to the floor and rolled around still grabbing hair. Sadaf final asserted dominance laying on top of Simran. Simran was determined not to loose again. Sadaf slowly sat up and straddled Simran. She left her hair and grabbed Simrans boobs she started pulling at her tank top which eventually ripped exposing Simrans huge boobs barely held in her red lace bra. Simran was not to be outdone she ripped Sadaf's tank top exposing her tits in her blue lace bra. Enraged Sadaf got of Simran and started to pull down Simran’s jeans, this gave Simran time to regroup. She struck like a lightning lashing with her legs at Sadaf and then pouncing on her from behind. Simran dint even bother to straighten her jeans which were down to her thighs exposing her red thongs. she wrapped her arms around Sadaf from behind and grabbed her boobs. Simran slid her arms under Sadafs bra and started to torture her nipples. Sadaf was now helpless she lied facing on the floor with Simran on top torturing her boobs.

Simran came close and whispered 'how does that feel paki slut". Simran was too engrossed in humiliating Sadaf and did not notice Sadaf's hand slide down towards her own thong Sadaf grabbed Simrans thongs and pulled hard upward in desperation giving Simran a wicked wedgies. Simran yelled in pain and rolled off of Sadaf in great pain rubbing her womanhood. Sadaf also rolled away massaging her boobs. both the girls slowly got to up and were kneeling on all fours wounded but determined to end the fight. Sadaf was topless but had her navy blue jeans on , Simran was in red bra and red thongs with her black jeans halfway down. Simran got rid of her jeans and started to crawl towards Sadaf. Sadaf also slowly moved towards Simran. Both girls got on their knees and bear hugged each other. Sadaf positioned her boobs under Simrans and started to push upwards dislodging Simrans boobs from her bra. Both girls were now topless. Simran slid her hands down and unzipped Sadaf's jeans she then pulled them down exposing her firm ass in blue thongs. Simran grabbed Sadaf's butt and started to push Sadafs boobs back with her own boobs. Simran was again gaining advantage as Sadaf was getting pushed back. Both the girls boobs were completely flattened pressing each other hard. Nipples rock hard piercing into each other. Sadaf grabbed Simran’s butts with both her hands and started piercing her nails into them, Simran in desperation started to yell & did the same to Sadaf’s butts. Sadaf had an advantage of larger nails which she kept piercing into the Indian hippies. Ultimately Simran started to slap Sadaf’s butts, which was a sign of her desperation that she was not able to pierce as hard as her rival Sadaf.

Simran lost her balance and fell to the floor with Sadaf on top. Sadaf quickly straddled Simran again and was now sitting on Simran’s boobs pushing all the weight of her body through her hips on Simran’s boobs making her flat chested. Simran tried to kick wildly but Sadaf grabbed her legs and was now holding Simran in a dominating hold. Simran was humiliated again and exhausted she yelled I give to avoid further humiliation. Sadaf let go of Simran and proceeded to strip he her panties. Sadaf undressed herself & Simran before proceeding & kicked Simran’s pussy a couple of times as Simran yelled in pain. Sadaf pointed to the bed where they were on the previous night. Sadaf made Simran lick her pussy yet again. Simran was completely humiliated & lost. Sadaf dialed her mom & said “Mom can you hear the looser licking my pussy?”.. Sadaf smiled moving her fingers through her hair looking at Simran who was busy doing her job!

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