It was good that the children had gone to their Grans, thought Nasreen. Her husband was still away, which also meant she had the house to herself. She was also glad that her children were also away, seeing as there would be no falling out with her neighbours. They were the only neighbours seeing as they were two houses out in the middle of almost nowhere.
How she hated her neighbours, nearly everyday there would be some conflict between their children and either her or the neighbour Mom, Kalpana would go over and take over the fight for them. They normally just shouted and called each other a bunch of awful names, what Nasreen would do to dig her claws into that other woman, but didn’t want to have to set a bad example for the children and knew if they fought they’d just end up tear off each other’s dresses and fight more violent than cats, which she decently didn’t want the children to see.
No longer wanting to think about it though, Nasreen just started thinking of herself again. She was Pakistani, thirty-two years old, long black thick hair and was 5’3ft, slim and 38C breasts. Looking at it, Nasreen saw herself as a successful grown woman and took pride in her body. And relaxed herself wearing her reddish-orange dress, with white bra and panties underneath.
*
After she learnt that Nasreen had dropped her kids at one of her relatives, Kalpana had dropped her kids at her Aunts. And went off to Nasreen’s house. Ever since they had been in the same neighbourhood, both of them at a problem of how their kids got along with one another, which made both her and Nasreen not get along with each other.
Just last night, one of Kalpana’s boys left the music on, which made Nasreen’s children unable to sleep and had her come over. She admits she would have been in the wrong, if Nasreen wasn’t being so bitchy and sounded like she was asking for it. After arguing for entire hour of shouting personal words at each other, they had to calm down and go back to sleep before it got messy.
Today though was different, with both children gone there was no worry of who was watching and bad examples to the children or anything else. Stopping in front of Nasreen’s house, Kalpana was now wishing she wasn’t wearing her blue dress today, preferring something more expendable, not that much caring though, she got out of her car and went into Nasreen’s garden and went up the steps.
Standing at the door, she already imagined Nasreen there ready to be torn apart, her body very identical to hers, except Kalpana was Indian and Nasreen was slightly skinnier, with almost similar pair of breasts.
Taking off her high heels before she went in, Kalpana threw them aside, already fed up of walking around in them. On bare feet now, Kalpana twisted the door handle and walked in.
As she stepped inside the house quietly, she felt like she was going behind enemy lines, then again she was. While she did she looked for Nasreen and then saw her in her couch relaxing. Slowly approaching her, Kalpana stepped quietly hoping to get close to her before the fire works began. She couldn’t decide if to be fair and come up a argue why she was inside her house or be unfair and attack her while she could and beat the snot out of her.
Raising her hands out she was about to grab Nasreen’s hair, but suddenly, her prey rolled out of it’s chair and went onto floor on her knees. Caught by surprise, Kalpana was unprepared for Nasreen lunging out her hands and pushing against Kalpana, causing her to tumble over onto her back onto the floor.
Crawling forward on all fours to try and pin Kalpana down, Kalpana quickly stopped Nasreen by bring her legs of Nasreen’s shoulder’s and locking her head in a scissors , but Nasreen hugged both of Kalpana’s legs and continued pushing forward to fold Nasreen over. As they did, Nasreen growled. “What are you doing here?”
“To tear you apart as I promised!”
Rolling Kalpana off her bum as Nasreen attempted to push herself forward more. “Yes, but I promised if you tried, I’d rip you apart.”
Seeing that her legs couldn’t keep Nasreen back, Kalpana instead shifting her weight to her right and used her legs to throw Nasreen’s head aside and the rest of her body off balance. “Let’s see who can keep their promise then?” Shouted Kalpana getting up to her knees.
Getting up as well, the two grabbed each other’s shoulders and started trying to push each other over, but took a grip on each other’s dresses as they did so. Attempting to shake and pull each other back as they did so, Nasreen ended up causing a huge gash on the shoulder of Kalpana.
“Hey you ripped my dress!” Snarled Kalpana now trying to tear at hers.
“You shouldn’t have brought it then, if you were heading to my house.” Responded Nasreen tearing at Kalpana’s back.
“I needed something fancy to make this house look nicer, other then just myself.” Snapped Kalpana.
Pulling and ripping at each other’s dresses, they didn’t care how far their nails went and were trying to claw each other at the same time. Loud noises of strips and tears went across them, which they tore at each other like wild animals, that soon the front of the dress was completely torn. During the course though, one of the bra cups hiding Nasreen’s boobs had been torn open revealing the flesh bag.
Fed up of just going at each other’s dresses, Kalpana pushed herself at Nasreen before she tore at bra. The two embraced each other and fell to the floor. Nudging side to side, the two flipped every now and again trying to be the one on top, but as they did so, they clawed at each other’s backs, ripping their dress from behind now, each time they paused for a bit.
“Get off me.” Groaned Kalpana when Nasreen got on top.
“Stop crushing my arms and let me rip your dress then.” Replied Nasreen trying to gain control.
Pushing their bodies together, their breast were aching as they smothered and grinded against other, mainly because both were nursing breasts with plenty of milk inside. Neither woman was taking it easy though, knowing other was still feeding their baby with breast milk.
As their bodies pressed together though, their legs squirmed and kicked, either trying to help them turn the fight over, or wrestling and hitting each other’s legs. They hooked and scissor each other every now and again or made a successful kick into the other’s leg.
Continuing to push though, the two had gotten to a position they could agree with that was on their sides. The two women had then locked thighs and fed up of been so close to one another that they had placed their hands on each other’s breasts and pushed, making both women upper bodies slid back, but their lower half still together.
Tightening the grip on each other’s breasts, Nasreen had tore off Kalpana’s bra and Kalpana tore off her’s in return. Now both women were covered in shreds of their dress that was tangled all over them and the only thing that was intact was their panties, which would be left for later.
After removing and untangling themselves from the remains of the ruined dress and their bra, both women gripped onto each other by the hair and started trying to rattle each other’s heads and also slapped each other’s bodies every now and again. As they did so, their thighs squeezed tighter, trying to pop off the other leg.
“Your such a cow!” Yelled Kalpana.
“Don’t slap me in the face you old crow!” Snapped Nasreen.
“Excuse me, but your the one growing wrinkles bat!” Replied Kalpana.
Only doing it for a few moments, both women dragged each other by the head and onto their knees, mainly so all the shreds of clothes could slide of them. But as it did so, Kalpana had sneaked her hands and grabbed Nasreen by the panties and started giving her wedge. Jolting in a pain reaction, Nasreen grabbed her panties back.
Thrusting them both by the undies, the women tried to withstand their own underwear thawing through their pussy and bum. Eventually both women were managing to lift each other onto their feet and standing, unintentionally.
“Ouch let go of my underwear you!” Ordered Kalpana.
“Let go of mine or I’ll pull them so far up your pussy you won’t find them for a decade.” Threatened Nasreen.
“Do that, then I’ll pull them so far up, you need to go to the hospital.” Countered Kalpana.
But as the women continued to snap at each other, they were determined to see who could pull each other up by the panties furthest, that they were both losing balance, staggering all over the place and walking together across the room. They showed prune faces to each other, wishing that they could let go for just second to pull their panties out a bit, but that would be like submitting.
Heaving a groaning there was a sudden snap and Kalpana begun dancing in pain as her panties had been torn up as far as they could go. Staggering in relief and holding the torn panties, Nasreen was twitching in pain trying not to act like Kalpana. Overall though Kalpana was now fully naked.
While it seemed that Kalpana would stay like that, Nasreen was about to grab her, but then Kalpana grabbed one hand on Nasreen’s underwear and gave a quick tug on it. They both stumbled from the desperate pull, but determined to get back at Nasreen, Kalpana held her underwear with the other hand and attempted it again.
There was a firm gash as Nasreen’s soft material underwear was beginning to rip, no letting her have it so easy, Nasreen’ grabbed Kalpana’s naked, but slightly hairy pussy with one hand tugged on it. With a fierce yank from the two of them, they simultaneously groaned. The two were desperate, to humiliate each other more.
“Let go you stupid cunt.” Snarled Nasreen.
“Not until you get naked!” Replied Kalpana .
On the fourth yank though, Nasreen’ pants had finally been ripped and now she was fully exposed. With the jolt of pain though running through them, the two wobbled almost unable to stand because of the tremendous pain that they actual helped each other by holding onto the shoulders. They still almost fell though every now and again on their knees or collapse to their side, but the two fiercely tried to stay on their feet.
After a whole minute of dancing and pain throbbing, both women were almost ready. But before letting Kalpana fully recover, Nasreen had pinched onto both of Kalpana’s nipples and began tweezing them. Startling in pain for a moment, Kalpana desperately grabbed Nasreen’s nipples back and began twisting them.
Howling and shrieking, the two women twisted and pulled at each other’s nipples trying to rip them off. With their pussys still in pain though, the two stood awkwardly, with their knees out tapping against the other women’s leg for balance. While they did that, their chests were being dragged towards one another from all the nipple tugging.
For half a minute though of fiercely twisting on each other’s nipples, the two forced each other onto their knees after a while, finely off their feet. They still kept going down though trying to get comfortable, that they sat their bums to the floor and they placed their legs coiled around the other woman’s backside as they continued to twist nipples.
Soon though their breasts were getting wet as they were soon going to be milking, sensing it both women had moved their fingers around each other’s breasts and began squeezing and digging into them. The two women were now milking one another carelessly, gritting teeth as their nails dug into one another.
“Trying to milk me now!” Sneered Kalpana.
“Well you are a cow.” Answered Nasreen.
“At least I ain’t a half-cow, half boar!” Snapped Kalpana.
“Shut up!” Ordered Nasreen, unable to make a come back with the pressure in her breasts.
It wasn’t long until both breasts were shooting out milk. The liquid on milk squirted out of both breasts and sprayed over both women. The milked covered the two as they continued on pressing breasts, but as the milk slid over them, it dribbled over both burning pussys that soothed the pain their, at the same time made they crackling with pain.
“Pth! Stop spraying cow milk over me!” Screeched Kalpana digusted.
“Stop getting it all over my house!” Replied Nasreen.
Fighting to dominate again, the women pulled each other’s breasts back trying to lever them back onto the floor. Struggling to keep firm though, both women held their position on their bums. Attempting to ram forward though, Kalpana pushed her shoulders against Nasreen’s trying to ram her over, but kept her hands on Nasreen’s breasts as well as Nasreen’s hands on Kalpana’s breasts.
Grunting as they shoved against each other brutishly, the two women were soaking with both sweat and milk. Their hair hanged infront of their faces and their lips quivered exhausted and their muscles trembled as both fragile women had used up a lot of strength against each other. It was all matter now had still had the strength.
Giving another strong heave though, Kalpana had been pushed backwards by Nasreen and the two had hit onto the floor. Sitting over her with her upper body against Kalpana’s, Nasreen took a few deep breaths, letting their bodies swab up all the milk and sweat together.
Finally able to continue on, Nasreen had pulled her head hovering down to Kalpana’s right breast and sealed her lips over it and placed her right hand over Kalpana’s left breast, and then all at once she squeezed the left breast and sucked out all the milk from the right breast. As Nasreen had began draining all over Kalpana’s milk, Kalpana panic, pushing against Nasreen’s breasts to get her off.
“No, I need this milk for my baby!”
Continuing to suck and squeeze the rest of Kalpana’s milk out, Nasreen gave it her all when she heard Kalpana plead. As they continued Kalpana shook her head as she denied this was happening and pushed her weight against Nasreen, attempting to her off. But as it was shown to be futile, Kalpana showed her hands out.
“Look Narisca I give, now please, just let go of my breasts.” Quivered Kalpana
Milk had been dripped and poured all around them, that they were soaked in it and shortly as Nasreen refused to leave a drop in Kalpana’s breasts, Kalpana was soaked dry.
When it was acknowledged that Kalpana’s breasts were empty, Nasreen steadily got onto her feet making sure Kalpana wouldn’t try anything. But when Nasreen head got off Kalpana’s breasts, Kalpana immediately cuddled her breasts in disbelief she got suck like that.
Standing over her naked and sweaty milk dripping off her and onto the sucked dried opponent, Nasreen watched how pathetically Kalpana coiled up and cradled in defeat. However it was surprising to see all the milk that had be poured out of the two, that it had created a puddle around the two as they battled.
Finished observing her defeated opponent though and letting their milk drip over her, Nasreen had grabbed the remains of a ripped dress and used it to clean herself and then dropped on Kalpana. After watching how Kalpana reacted, by ignoring the discarded rags over her, Nasreen then grabbed Kalpana by the hair, soon as she did Kalpana began panicking as she thought she was in for torture, but instead she was dragged out of the house naked and left there.
Eventually Kalpana had gotten to all fours and crawled back to her house wailing at her defeat.
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Saturday, October 3, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
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 topakistan
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 inUK
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 cuntIll Slut Ill
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!
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
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
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
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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