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Not too long ago I was working as a cleaner for a woman called Michelle. It was just a job to make some extra money while at university. My job was pretty easy; on weekends I would clean her house, look after her pool and do some gardening. The pay was pretty decent, and even better, Michelle is a knockout! An all-American girl, Michelle comes from Reno, California and boy does she show it; tanned skin, silky long brown hair that flowed down to her middle back, and big blue eyes. Michelle rocks a pair of tanned 34B breasts and while they aren’t particularly big, they are well proportioned to her STUNNING body. At the age of 35, she still looks like a woman in her prime. But the sexiest thing about Michelle is those LONG legs that she constantly teased me with by wearing high heels and short skirts. Michelle has a rocking body from weekly salsa and spin classes and she isn’t afraid to show it off. Whenever she was around while I was cleaning I would always catch her in tight revealing dresses and that would be mistaken for collars if they were any shorter and sexy sky high heels to match her outfit. She definitely knew I was staring every now and then and I’m pretty sure she loved it.
Want to know something even better? I’m sleeping with her at the moment. One summer weekend I was over at her place doing my job as usual. I was out cleaning her pool on a warm summer afternoon and I got pretty sweaty. After I finished Michelle asked if I wanted to come inside for a drink and use her shower. She was wearing a white crop top and a tiny denim skirt that showed off her gorgeous tanned long legs. The sight of her got me horny and my erection started to build. I took up on her offer and showered in her bedroom. But as I exited her bathroom to get changed I found Michelle waiting for me on her bed. Sitting cross legged, she had stripped down to her underwear and she was wearing purple lingerie and a pair of sexy black heels. I was wearing nothing but a towel on and it was clear what she had in mind. It didn’t take long for us to be naked on the bed with me shooting a big load inside her in the missionary position. Following this Michelle and I became regular fuck buddies. Michelle and I weren’t in a committed relationship; we just got together a few times a week for some mind blowing sex. For a few months I studied at uni, worked for Michelle and got to fuck her brains out every week. Things were all nice and neat.
One day on a nice sunny afternoon, we were in her bed, naked and enjoying a post-orgasm bliss. Then Michelle suddenly asked me an intriguing question; whether I was seeing anyone else. After all, we weren’t exactly serious. I said no, but asked her why. This is where it got very interesting; Michelle then told me that if I was seeing anyone else she would find the bitch and give her a good beating in order for her to stay away from me. Holy shit! Michelle was insinuating that she’d be willing to get into a catfight with another girl over me. Catfighting has always been a major fetish of mine. To me, nothing is sexier than 2 women locked in combat (trading insults, slapping, pulling hair, scratching, rolling around with their legs wrapped around each other) over a nice hard cock. Michelle talking about my fetish caused my erection to stir. Now very curious, I casually asked Michelle if she had been in any catfights before. Turns out a few years ago Michelle got into a catfight with some blonde British slut called Mollie King. She had caught her ex-husband and the blonde getting it on in her bed after arriving home from a business trip. Michelle described how she went after Mollie enraged, and the 2 ended up having a long hairpulling, scratching, breast mauling catfight that spread all over her bedroom. In the end, neither Michelle nor Mollie emerged victorious, but the description of her past experience in a catfight gave me a stiff woody. Seeing the opportunity, Michelle slowly mounted me and begun to ride me. All the time while she fucked me hard all I could think about was Michelle in a catfight with another bimbo; battling for supremacy over my cock. Just the thought of that gave me an orgasm I had never felt during my time with Michelle.
I told Michelle I wasn’t seeing anyone else on the side. Well, turns out I was lying. After all, I was a uni student, and what is uni without getting laid? Around the time Michelle and I had talked about her catfight experience I was seeing a Japanese girl at uni named Fujiko. Out of all the girls I’ve slept with from my uni, Fujiko tops the lot. What a stunner! At the age of 22, Fujiko has that exotic look; beautiful big brown eyes and smooth fair skin. Her wavy brown hair cascading around her shoulders. Even better, Fujiko has the body to match; a stunning set of 34DD breasts and a cracking pair of legs (not as long and toned as Michelle’s but still pretty fine). Weekly gym and yoga sessions ensured her gorgeous body always looked at its peak. As far as looks and body, Fujiko contrasted differently to Michelle in her own sexy way. I met Fujiko on a night out in a popular student bar. That night she was rocking an alluring low-cut black dress. Her tits were hanging everywhere. After some sweet talking we managed to head back afyon escort to mine and I managed to finish my big load all over those massive tits of hers. After that incredible night Fujiko and I became regular fuck buddies (how could I pass up the chance?). Consequently, I was sleeping with both Fujiko and Michelle on a weekly basis, taking care not to let our schedules clash.
One particular Thursday evening I went round to Fujiko’s place. This was one of those nights where we would watch a movie and then fuck the night away. That night the movie had a scene with 2 women getting into a brawl. I noticed Fujiko appeared to be particularly fascinated by the girlfight scene. After the scene was done she asked me whether I enjoyed watching women fight. At first I didn’t know what to say, but then I asked her why. This is where the evening got interesting; I found out that much like Michelle, Fujiko was the type of girl to get into catfights with other women. My mind was racing at the moment; both of the drop-dead sexy women in my life were both into my fantasy of catfighting! I did my best to remain calm and asked Fujiko about her catfight experience. Fujiko then recounted a story of an experience she had while back in Japan. Some blonde American exchange student had started messing around with her boyfriend around the time. Fujiko confronted the blonde slut at a party and the 2 got it on; hairpulling, scratching, tearing each other’s dresses. Fujiko left the blonde at the hands of a humiliating defeat and the blonde left back to America the following week, humiliated. At this point I got so horny I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I brought Fujiko into the bedroom and fucked her like I never did before. While we got it on I noticed she was pulling my hair at times and left a few scratches on my back. From this I figured she wasn’t lying with her story and if she ever got it on with another woman she’d be able to hold her own pretty well.
Weeks passed and I continued seeing both women, with neither babe knowing about the other. Then one day Michelle told me she was leaving for a month long business trip. Seeing as how I was familiar with her house she gave me the task of house sitting for her. I was gutted about not being able to see Michelle for a month, but hey, house sitting meant extra pay. Moreover, I still had Fujiko (perks of having 2 women in your life I guess). Midway through Michelle’s long business trip I decided to invite Fujiko over for an evening of passion. With Michelle’s house all to myself I figured I’d spice things up a little with Fujiko. There was something alluring about fucking a hot Japanese slut behind my other girl’s back in her own bed.
That night I waited and waited at Michelle’s. Finally, my slutty Japanese girlfriend arrived with a few minutes left to 11. She was wearing a long trenchcoat and was more beautiful than ever; she had done some extra work with her hair and it curled nicely around her shoulders. Her makeup was also done exquisitely. She kissed me upon her arrival and we both headed into the living room for some pre-drinks to get a nice buzz before we got it on. I poured us both a nice generous amount of whiskey and we killed our glasses in a few seconds. “Why don’t you go have a seat on the couch over there?” Fujiko asked, kissing me again. “I’d like to put on a bit of a show for you” said Fujiko as I took my seat. Slowly Fujiko undid her long trenchcoat.
What a fucking sight! Fujiko had come round wearing red lingerie. Her sexy legs were covered in a pair of red fishnet stockings held up by red garter belts. She wore a matching pair of heeled sandals to complete her outfit. Her bra looked a few sizes too small and her voluptuous breasts were hanging out all over the place. There she stood, allowing me to absorb all of her incredible curvy body and outfit. I was at a loss for words and it felt like an eternity before she spoke up. “What do you think?” she asked me. “I uh….um…” I couldn’t find my words. “Shhhhh” she whispered as she began walking slowly towards me. The fiery Japanese bombshell immediately straddled me on the couch, cupping my face in her hands and giving me a hard tongue kiss. We sucked tongues and swapped spit for several minutes before I lowered myself down the couch and turned my attention towards her tits. Still straddling me, Fujiko did a little shimmy, playfully brushing her tits against my face. I undid her bra and her tits popped free, engulfing my face. I took a nipple in my mouth and nibbled hard, causing Fujiko to moan. I alternated between both nipples just as Fujiko started undoing my trousers.
Suddenly there was a rustling of keys at the door. I heard Michelle’s faint voice in the distance. I quickly stopped what I was doing and got Fujiko off of me. Fujiko had a look of confusion on her face but realised why. I was in trouble now! I quickly adjusted my clothing back to normal and Fujiko found her bra. Before she could say anything I swiftly told her that she needed to hide. I grabbed Fujiko by the arm and led her to a closet off in the side of the living room. I got her to hide in the closet and shut the doors right before the front door burst open. Michelle was home.
“Hello?” agrı escort Michelle asked as she stepped into her house. “Michelle, wow, you’re uh..home early” I said as I rushed to greet her at the door. Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw her. She looked more beautiful than ever. She was dressed in a purple shirt topped with a black suit jacket and a black spandex miniskirt. Underneath the miniskirt she was wearing sheer black nylons and a pair of sky high black velvet high heels completed her outfit. Her makeup was done superbly. “I took an early flight home for a few days break” she said “I’ve been missing you”. Before I could say or do anything she leaned in and her shiny lips met mine. Suddenly I forgot about Fujiko. As I sucked her tongue into my mouth my erection shot back to life (I had lost some hardness when me and Fujiko were interrupted). After sensuously making out with Michelle for a long time Michelle suddenly grabbed me by the hand and led me to the living room, the sound of her heels clicking and clacking off the floor. Suddenly she pushed me back onto the couch. “It’s been too long” said the tanned brunette. I got a full view of her as she threw off her jacket and ripped open her shirt, exposing her black lingerie with white trimmings.
From the waist up Michelle’s body was enough to make me explode right there. But to top it off, she unzipped her spandex miniskirt and began to gingerly lower it to her ankles. I now got a full view of this incredible woman; she was wearing black lingerie with white trimmings, sheer black stockings held up by garter belts and a pair of black velvet sky-high heels. My cock was threatening to tear my trousers apart. Michelle wasted no time and began to do an erotic dance which emphasized her nylon legs. Then she did a slow sexy walk towards me on the couch; the look of horniness all over her face as her blue eyes stared right into mine. She stood me up and kissed me fiercely, pressing her nearly naked body against mine. Without warning she ripped open my shirt and pulled down my trousers and I was standing there naked in seconds. “Why don’t we move to the bedroom?” she asked as she authoritatively grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear.
Suddenly the closet doors burst open. Oh shit! All this time I was having so much fun with Michelle I forgot about Fujiko. Michelle was startled at the noise and spun around, letting go of my cock. The 2 women locked eyes and were staring each other down for the first time. Fujiko had managed to put her red bra back on, but she looked angry. The 2 locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Michelle then broke the silence. “Who the fuck is this bitch” Michelle asked “and what the fuck is she doing in my house?”. Michelle suddenly glared at me, then glared at Fujiko. Fujiko gave an arrogant smirk, putting one hand on her hip “I’m the girl who’s fucking him tonight. Want to get out of my way bitch? Unless you just want to stand there and watch”. That remark seemed to really push Michelle’s buttons and I could see her seething for a moment. “Excuse me? Fuck you, you guttertramp. Get the fuck out of my house now and don’t you dare go near my boyfriend again” she responded. “I’ve got a better offer” said Fujiko, not backing down “you can get the fuck out of here while my man and I fuck the night away, go back to the cheap motel you crawled out of. ‘We’ll be out of here by tomorrow and you stay the fuck away from my man”. Fuck! Now it was getting serious, Fujiko was implying Michelle was some cheap common whore.
Michelle was about to lose what was left of her patience any second. “BITCH” she screeched as she edged closer to Fujiko “Get the fuck out, NOW!”. “Or what?” asked Fujiko, still smirking and unfazed. You could hear a pin drop. Both women were now circling each other, their heels making loud clicks on the floor. They both seemed to be studying each other’s bodies, looking for weak spots, and seeing how they would fare in a scrap. “Or you and I, are going to dance. Right here. Right now. And I’m not talking about the pole dancing you do for $2 an hour on a Friday night” Michelle retorted, insulting Fujiko’s outfit “I’m talking about the kind of dance that involves me pulling your hair out and slapping the shit out of you until you can’t walk”. Fujiko eyed Michelle’s smaller breasts and looked at me. “Tst tst tst”, she said with a smug grin “looks like my competition hasn’t gotten easier on the eyes”. That was the comment that sparked the catfight and there was no going back from here. Michelle walked right up to Fujiko, quickly cocked her right hand back and slapped Fujiko across the face. The slap rang through the house, as if a pistol had been fired.
Fujiko lunged at Michelle and grabbed 2 handfuls of brown hair. Michelle responded in kind, her nails digging into the scalp of her Japanese rival. At this point it probably would have been wise to step in and break the 2 ladies up. But here I was, having my fantasy being played out in front of me, with both women wearing sexy outfits. Fujiko and Michelle stumbled around the living room, their bodies pressed right into each other, their nylon clad legs coiling around each other like red and black serpents akdere escort fighting to kill. Both women were twisting their heads from side to side, trying to unbalance one another. I can’t describe how sexy this looked. Both babes had incredible bodies but seeing them catfight in lingerie and high heels only made the situation ten times sexier. The 2 girls looked as if they were doing some awkward slow-dance. Michelle would take steps forward, causing Fujiko to stumble back a bit. Michelle’s black high heels dug into the floor, her sheer black nylon clad legs flexing from thigh to ankle. But then Fujiko would come forward on her high heels, showing off her sexy legs covered in fishnet stockings and driving Michelle back. All this time the 2 girls were hissing and trash talking, using every dirty word in the book. In the midst of their struggle I quickly examined both their bodies. It was clear Michelle had the better legs; Fujiko had some sexy legs herself but Michelle’s legs were longer and leaner. If Michelle wanted to win the fight it was likely she would use her long legs to her advantage. Fujiko’s strength lay in her upper body though; her breasts were larger than her American rival’s and she would have the advantage with things like wrestling if the fight ended up on the floor.
The back and forth hairpulling went on for another 4 minutes and I was hard as diamonds just from watching. I was amazed at how well both girls kept their balance on their high heels like skilled dancers. I expected one of them to topple but both women seemed comfortable and able to catfight in high heels. All of a sudden Fujiko managed to find a burst of energy and lunged forward, driving Michelle on the backfoot, both pairs of heels digging into the floor. Fujiko twisted Michelle’s head to the right, her right hand holding a fistful of locks, then brought a powerful left handed slap across Michelle’s face. Michelle was startled by the blow but amazingly kept her balance on her high heels. Fujiko then launched another slap which stung Michelle’s cheeks even more, causing Michelle to respond with one of her slaps. Fujiko grunted at the slap but it didn’t seem to have much effect.
The 2 girls continued their wild dance with both hands in each other’s hair. They twirled awkwardly around the room and began using their legs and heels as weapons. As they pulled hair, Michelle lifted a leg and drove it down towards Fujiko’s feet, attempting to stamp on her Japanese rival with her heels. With the reflexes of a cat, Fujiko managed to get her foot out of the way, responding with one of her own stomps. Her heeled foot just narrowly missed Michelle’s black pumps. Suddenly Michelle kicked out and managed to catch Fujiko on the shins with her heels, creating a small gash in her calves. Fujiko shrieked in agony and released her hairlock, backing off and creating some distance between her rival. Fujiko seemed startled by the blow but then became enraged. Striking like a serpent and using her long legs to her advantage, Michelle threw an upwards kick in an attempt to nail Fujiko right on the chin. Fujiko jumped back and avoided the kick but her back was now close to the wall. Seizing the opportunity Michelle let out a blood curdling scream and charged forward, her body slamming into Fujiko’s as her hands found her hair. The momentum of Michelle’s charge drove Fujiko back and her back slammed into the wall. Michelle went into a frenzy of hairpulling and slapping, Fujiko responded in kind but her position put her in a disadvantage. Fujiko mustered all her strength to drive Michelle back but the lady of the house stood firm; her gams spread apart as she used all her leverage to pin Fujiko against the wall.
Suddenly I saw Fujiko lash out and drive a knee into Michelle’s sex. Michelle screamed in pain and this created an opening for Fujiko as she pushed her rival off of her. Both girls stumbled back into the centre of the room. Fujiko’s hands found Michelle’s silky brown hair as she drove the bimbo back again, slamming her into a small table and knocking over a lamp. Fujiko lunged with all her weight and Michelle’s back crashed onto the table with Fujiko on top. Not wasting any time, Fujiko took advantage of her position went into a frenzy of hairpulling, slapping and I even saw a her unleashing a few scratches on her American rival. Michelle tried to use her hands to block Fujiko’s onslaught but this only caused the Japanese babe to go all the harder since she saw it was working. This is where the fighting reached a new level of dirty. Realizing she needed to fight back, Michelle tore at Fujiko’s bra and began to rake at Fujiko’s tits, her long manicured nails digging under the fine red fabric and finding their target. Screaming at the sudden pain, Fujiko attempted to back off Michelle only to find that the leggy brunette had snaked her 2 nylon clad legs around her torso. Michelle had caught Fujiko in a perfect catfight scissor hold. I saw her thighs tensing as she squeezed the life out of Fujiko. Fujiko let out a determined scream and attempted to break the scissor hold by pulling open Michelle’s legs but to no avail. “What you gonna do now, huh?” said Michelle as her nylons burned Fujiko’s sides. “FUCK YOU, AMERICAN WHORE” screamed Fujiko as she resumed her hairpulling and slapping. However, Michelle then resumed her titty assault while maintaining her hold, causing Fujiko to cease her hairpulling as a means of protecting her prized goods.
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