Hotel
Hustle
by Consort.
The hotel was great, in fact it was everything that we could have wished for and Sara looked frankly magnificent descending the main staircase in that glittering figure hugging number I’d bought her specially. At the bar I could barely take my eyes off the plunging neckline and the revealing acreage of delightfully full cleavage as her sweet, surging Wonderbra 34D cup breasts made their presence known. She was delightful company, although the evening was slightly marred by an incident.
The blonde sliding off her stool, bumped into a shapely, equally classy redhead standing near her, spilling the woman’s drink down her front of her no doubt expensive red dress. Sara blamed the other woman for moving so suddenly. Rita was firmly of the opinion that my belle was both clumsy and responsible; for a moment it looked as if heated words would be exchanges.
Fortunately, her husband was as quick as I to step in and defuse matters; but when the evening’s dance ended we found ourselves unlocking our door and, rather unsteadily (for a fair amount of alcohol had been consumed) Sara, all unsuspecting, backed into the buttocks of the female half of the couple in the process of opening their door – and lo and behold it was Rita, the stunning redhead once again.
The leggy redhead stumbled, straightened, turned and said ‘ You clumsy clown – no, I don’t believe it. It’s you again. Were you born useless, Blondie?’ And she said it sharply. Clearly gin and tonics had been at work in their corner as well.
My companion bridled at the words and the tone. ‘Well, I was going to apologise, but I won’t waste it on a vulgar slob like you’ she snapped. The fact that I had been caught eyeing the lengthy slit up the side of Rita’s plush dress earlier on had, I figured, something to do with aggressive tone.
Our next door neighbour’s wife who had, I have to say, the classiest pair of shimmering dark stockinged legs I had seen in a long time, didn’t take to my lady’s tone.
‘What did you call me, you bitch? Brian, did you hear what this – pea-brained bimbo – called me?’ He’d heard alright and like me, he looked as excited as I felt as our respective companions squared up to each other, both looking magnificent in their £200 evening dresses, both of them fired up. Each woman’s fists were clenched, her bosom thrust out in her rival’s direction (to my delight, I noted carefully that Sara won in that department, Rita’s 36B not being quite as prominent or as full as her suddenly potential opponent’s.
Sara said coldly ‘You talk to people like that, you’re likely to get your face slapped.’
Rita, staring back at her, hissed ‘Oh yes? Really? Well if you think you are woman enough to do it, just let’s see you try, Goldilocks.’ Her voice was like the ice that sunk the Titanic. ‘ If you dare,’ she added. And that did it.
I could see Sara tensing to let go a roundhouse whack, open palmed, to the red head’s cheek and stepped in fast. ‘Let’s get these girls inside. Fast,’ I said and he agreed. Seconds later we were in the suite area of their extended room. The two females were still bristling, glaring at each other like a pair of alleycats, all set to launch into one another, tensed.
I said, sensing he was as keen to see this as I was ’You two girls want to settle this?’
‘Put it this way,’ Rita spoke very deliberately, her eyes never leaving my girlfriend. ’No-one speaks to me like that. Either she apologises. Or…’
Sara interrupted, cutting in sharp as a bandsaw, her cheeks flushing. ‘In your dreams, you stuck up beanbag. You need teaching manners and I am just the woman to do it. Unless you want to call it quits.’
Brian said ‘ Rita – ‘ hesitantly, but she overrode him. ‘You’re going to be the one calling it quits, Blondie. In fact you’ll be begging…’
‘Okay, okay, that’s enough!’ I got between them. One minute more and all hell would be let loose. I just wanted to look after my lady. ‘Sara, are you sure -?’
I’d never seen her look at me like that before. Her eyes were like drills, her face set. Arsenic was oozing from every pore. ‘Get outa the way, Bob,’ she said coldly, low voiced. ‘I’m going to fucking kill this ugly slut and you can pick up the pieces afterwards.’
I wanted to say, ‘Attagirl,’ I was so turned on. Instead I let one hand brush across her breasts as I groaned ‘Oh Sara.’ Behind me Rita was saying to Brian, ’You’ve always wanted to see me rip the tits off some cheap slut haven’t you? Well now you are going to. Get over there and enjoy: you’re going to get an eyeful.’
Slowly, warily, we backed off, leaving these two superb looking fit young women, each of whom was now at daggers drawn with the other, inches from each other. Light glinted of expensively coiffeured hair, off those rich, flatteringly expensive dresses…. There was a lull, a silence, the sort you get in the eye of a hurricane and then, all of a sudden….
With a shriek, Rita sank her hands into Sara’s immaculately styled hair wrenching, tugging and pulling as if she wanted rip the other woman bald. Which she did of course. At the same time, Sara’s curled fingers dived into the redhead’s rich mane, yanking, jerking and fiercely trying to remove chunks without anaesthetic. The blonde’s high pitched cry, matched the redhead’s.
For a moment they both stood there, face to face, splendidly nubile bosoms inches apart as each woman tried to inflict so much pain on her opponent that the other couldn’t stand it. Pretty, liquid eyed, bedroom lipped faces became masks of hate, anger and pain. They tottered a few steps, first Rita pulling Sara to the left then my blond girlfriend dragging his redhead wife the other direction.
‘Oww – ohh – oh – fuck, you whore, let go!’
‘Uuhh – nngh you fat bellied tart, get outa my HAIR!’
Neither seemed to be having any conspicuous success, although each was causing the other considerable pain, as their faces testified. Sara decided to add to that by kicking, her gold laced shoes hacking into Rita’s ankles much to the taller woman’s displeasure, loudly voiced.
‘Oww, you little bitch, ohh, up yours, slutface!’ And perhaps her own words inspired Rita. Either way, the married woman responded to the situation whereby her shins were getting increasingly red and sore by taking advantage of her slit sided dress and bringing her knee up sharply up to nail the other woman squarely in her gold covered crotch.
It was a landmark blow. A fine line was passed between what was acceptable and what wasn’t. Suddenly both females knew tits and pusses were very much up for punishment, were fair (or unfair) targets and this was truly going to be an all in, anything goes brawl with absolutely no rules.
Sara wailed, a long, low ‘Oooohhh’ of pain proclaiming the effectiveness of Brian’s wife’s blow. Rita was more than smugly pleased as she tore her head free of the blonde’s clutches and using her open hand began lashing cheek reddening belting blows at Sara’s face. I watched my lady stumble, one hand across her crotch: then the full power face slaps hit her, rocking her head from one side to the other and sending her stumbling, in trouble clearly.
Enjoying herself, Rita welted Sara’s face another couple of times and then grabbed the shapely lovely’s gold shoulder straps and tugged southwards on them both so hard suddenly Sara’s luscious boobs were half exposed and worse, her arm movement was restricted by the material, the straps on her dress tugged halfway to her elbows.
‘Call me a stuck up beanbag will you, you stinking tart?’ she growled. ‘Let’s see how you like this.’ And grabbed both of my girl’s beautiful, bounceable tits, the feisty redhead began to squeeze and mangle her opponent’s bosom.
Sara didn’t like it one bit. her breasts were used to more gentle, male appreciation and she was hurt. But I responded to the way she came back at her foe.
‘Cunt!’ this sweet blonde babe swore at her rival and plunged her fist into where she knew the wife’s sexually satisfying belly was. Rita ‘oof’ed out air and folded almost balletically, her beautiful backside curving in red as Sara regained some control. She grabbed Brian’s lady by the ears and kneed her hard, clearly up into the redhead’s swelling bosom. Rita howled and burst free, clutching at her boobs as she staggered. Sara attempted to kick her rival in the crotch but found her dress hampering her.
Quickly, she unzipped herself and with a wriggle let the shimmering gown slide to the floor. The figure it revealed was worth a few lines of description and a serious appreciation. To my intense annoyance I saw Brian lapping up Sara’s curves, the wonderfully low cut, glossy black bra which now was all that housed her bouncers, her full weight D cup beauties, and below the waist, her small triangular and suggestive black thong. Sara was a hairy girl and her bush wouldn’t fit inside those panties. I found myself groaning at the sight of her pussy hair and wanted to punch him in the balls for ogling my woman.
To my surprise, as the dress slid to the floor, Sara exhibited the naked aggression she sometimes showed in bed with me. She knew I loved fighting females and talked about knocking the shit out of any cow I fancied; but her, now, to my cockthrobbing excitement the petite blond firebrand brought her right fist across in a perfect, classic chin crunching shot that rocked Rita on her heels, snapped he head back and real took Brian’s babe aback.
As the shapely wife rock unsteadily, Sara reached forward and grabbed Rita’s dress and pulled. With an additional, now freed leggy kick to the redhead’s midsection she was able to force the other woman stumbling away whilst hanging on to the material. Something had to give under these circumstances and as Sara’s scooping grab of the lower folds of the gown revealed two very shapely nylon clad legs, so the expensive material tore, from under the woman’s shoulder down to her waist.
Rita snarled an expletive and wheeled round, her bare-knuckle fist curving at the blonde’s head hard and fast. Her best dress had just been wrecked: if she was angry before, she was volcanic now.
My lady however saw the punch coming and, ducking got in her own retaliation, a delightfully solid, sexy headbutt crashing into Rita’s ripe and rounded chest. Brian’s darling cried out and reached for her mammaries in protective fashion. Sara, seeing red – the red of Rita’s bra for one thing – bunched her own fists and to my intense, cockthrobbing excitement, hammered her bare knuckles into the redhead below the naval.
Rita took the body blows in the triangle of her pelvis. Sara was keen to pummel the other woman’s pussy and it was the red’s beaver that got a battering as she was forced back across the room, that delightfully curvy rear shoved outwards irresistibly. The blonde I was dating leaned into a second jaw crunching face pack and was left ringing her hand as Rita dropped backwards onto her backside with a thump. For good measure, seeing her rival’s parted legs, Sara brutally drove her stockinged foot in between his wife’s exposed stockinged thigh, her heel slapping Rita squarely in her lovebox.
Rita squealed and went over, on her side, writhing. Sara reached down and ripped of what remained of the tattered dress revealing his wife in stupendous small, vividly red bra and briefs. A knee into Rita’s spine arched the woman over and backwards, my blonde impressing me with her viciousness and her knowledge of holds by chin wrenching Rita so she was torn in a crutch thrusting ‘U’, her feet on the floor, her crotch thrust up and her arms dangling as her head and hair were wrenched way back in a very good, professional looking back breaker.
Sara worked at the other woman’s spine as she hissed in her ear ‘Not so smug now are we, you ugly tart?’ Rita almost wept but clawed upwards and found Sara’s hair which she wrenched, hard. My lady leaped up with a yelp, freeing herself and as the redhead dropped to the carpet, she stomped on his woman’s breasts, deliberately.
Rita was beginning to look in a bad way. But, gutsy bitch that she was, she rolled over and began to push up. Sara, reaching down, wrenched the bra clip open and tore Brian’s lady’s housing for her sweet full mounds to the four winds. Then, her hands snaking under Rita’s body, Sara got a good hold of her rival’s nipples and twisted lethally.
Rita shrieked as my girl mangled her breasts and those sweet suckable erect teats; but Sara was enjoying herself and dug his nails in to Rita’s breasts as if she was kneading dough. With tears in her eyes, the redhead brought her head up sharply into the V of Sara’s crotch, butting my girl in those dark, slinky knickers and the blonde cried out as her sensitive, womanly organs got an unwelcome bashing. Sara stumbled back, one hand dropping to rub at her well-filled knickers. We two men watched, hugely excited, utterly aroused and loving every minute of it. The curve of Sara’s belly, the jiggling roundness of Rita’s breasts…. it was a wonderful sight.
Our two women squared up to one another again Sara in bra and knickers, Rita minus her bra – and then they went on the attack. A breast to breast thumping full frontal meeting of the ladies mammaries thrilled us men wildly as both magnificent bosoms crushed into each other, each female launching a body check on the other.
It was Sara who seemed off balanced, stepping back and swaying and in a flash Rita’s right hand was in her hair, holding her still whilst her left knee crashed into the low centre of my lady’s thin little triangular throng of pantie. Now it was definitely my girl that was in trouble as she gave out a gurgling sound and doubled over, clasping at her crushed beauty spot, her bulging beaver.
Rita, the mean bitch, launched a second knee upwards this time into my woman’s bosom, to stupendous effect it seemed at it sent Sara crashing to her back, teary eyed and clutching both cups of her superbly well filled black bra, her heels drumming the floor and her pretty little face squeezed up in twisted agony. Brian was loving this, suddenly realising his wife, who’d been on the wrong end of quite a thrashing, could win it here.
‘Go on darling,’ he called enthusiastically. ‘ Go on Rita, you beautiful bitch, sit on her face, wipe her out!’
His amour gave him a very provocative smouldering look and dropped crotch downwards legs akimbo, to thump her belly down hard all over my woman’s soft but majestic bosom. Using Sara’s tits as a perch, Rita bounced on them, pulling her rival’s hair and taunting her opponent. Desperately, Sara heaved upwards and pitched the smug bully girl half off. Rita’s position opening her up in the most unfortunate way (for her).
The redhead’s wonderfully curvy stockinged legs were parted as Sara pushed up and found herself staring up into the gap between the other woman’s thighs. Being a woman of course there was no way my girl wasn’t going to take advantage and she did it in the most savage way possible: with a bare fist driven deep into her rival’s open womanhood.
Rita took the punch in the sex and her whole body rippled as she wailed. Sara dug nails into the bare breast and repeated the cunt punching coup de grace and suddenly it was Brian’s wife who was writhing, tearful and in trouble. Both we males watched, enthralled, as Sara lorded it smugly over her hurt rival. He was clearly upset that his wife was getting the worst of it, quite deservedly in my utterly unbiased viewpoint, and even more so as Sara again tortured Rita’s back muscles, bending the redhead’s spine over her outstretched knee as crouched on her haunches, pulling his pretty, under siege wife back by the hair.
Each male has an excellent view of Rita’s bare bust, the nipple of which were up like stoppers, hard and rubbery as Sara jabbed into her foes back and tortured the straining, stretched out woman’s upper back. Then she spat in Rita’s face and the redhead, clawing wildly upward, raked her nails into my girlfriend’s eyes with vicious, desperate pleasure.
Sara squealed and slid her rival out of the back breaker. Her hands went to her own watery-eyed face as Rita bounced on the floor, clearly hurt. A one shapely leg flashed upwards from the carpet with more than a touch of desperation about it and aptly nicknamed ‘Red’, the knickers glossily fire engine colour as they bulged over her pussy mound, got lucky. Her foot caught Sara smack in the face.
The black clad blonde battler I was ecstatic over bumped down hard on her shapely rump, surprise as well as a bruise, on her face. Rita, scrambling to her knees and turning to face my girl, went for Sara’s boob with a vengeance, both hands closing round generous handfuls of wonderful, warm breastflesh which Brian’s lady then proceed to mangle. Sara yelped and tried to pull her chest out of harms way with no success. Her lovely golden tits began to take a mauling. I watched that mouth-watering cleavage and groaned. He grinned and urged his wife to ‘rip her tits off, baby!’ Rita did her best.
The clips at the back of Sara’s bra exploded suddenly, releasing both delightful mounds to full view as the black number was ripped away and Sara, realising she was suddenly very exposed up front, strove to protect her sweet, sensitive and vulnerable tits.
‘No, you silly bitch!’ I gasped, only half to myself as my blonde’s arms crossed her bosom and Rita, seeing her opponent hopelessly on the defensive, swept a big right hook into the other woman’s belly. The small triangle of material that was Sara’s glossy, expensive knickers took the punch that was drilled in low and dead centre and Sara wailed and pitched backwards onto her heels, her knees thrust forward as she doubled over, her crotch thrusting invitingly.
Rita took full advantage and equalled the score in cunt punches as she made sure that the next fistful of knuckles caught Sara right between the legs, crushing my girl’s soft lipped sex. Sara shrieked and tried to scrabble away; Rita’s reply was to seize a handful of the blonde’s prolific pubic bush through the skimpy material and rip my woman’s crotch upwards in a vicious pussy pull.
Agonised, Sara thrashed and rolled desperately trying to get away, her bristling beaver aflame. Rita yanked her by the hair, hauled her upright and dunked my woman’s face (and bosom as well) into the nearest wall surface one, two tree times. Brian and I listened to the solid thunk! thud! of Sara’s forehead banging into the surface and I watched with great anxiety now. Next to me, he, I could sense was close to jubilant.
After four skull rattling thumping contacts with the emulsion, Rita reluctantly let the blonde go and as Sara swayed and began to keel gently backwards and over, accented her progress with a hefty forearm smash crushed hard across my lady’s breasts.
Sara went down heavily and she looked in a bad way. She was dazed, bruised and her whole body was glistening wonderfully with hard-earned sweat as she forced her body to keep going. Now it was Rita’s turn to lord it and she did so, stomping my girl square in the groin, right where it mattered to both of us if Sara wanted to celebrate afterwards.
The shapeliest, loveliest blonde I had ever known was left spread-eagled on the floor, damn nearly out of it all of a sudden – and Rita was on her in a flash, going for the most humiliating of submissions, the face smother! The well endowed, curvaceously classy redhead dropped her legs wide and her torso down so that her fiery red thong was hovering inches over Sara's face.
‘Here it comes, little girl’ the beauty leered, hands on hips, looking down at Sara and slowly she lowered her crotch onto my woman’s face!
Oh, what a hell of a sight it is to see the female you fancy, the one whose pillow you share being submerged beneath the other woman’s fighting pussy. To see her sex all over your girl’s pretty little face – it is awesome, cock twitching stuff and for Sara, deeply, bitterly humiliating.
I watched my woman’s legs kick, thrash and arch, her arms wide and hands slapping and scrabbling at the carpet and at the bitch atop her, slapping the redhead’s thighs, punching ineffectively into her sides as Rita rolled her cunt, nestled her sex all over Sara’s face.
‘M –mmmf – ffohh!’ Sara gasped, desperate for air but not getting any. Rita rode her as if she had done it before, secretly enjoying it, getting off on rubbing her clitoris all over my girl’s good looks until poor Sara was nearly out of it.
‘Give in, bitch?’ Rita snarled, pulling on Sara’s hair as she pulled back just far enough to let Sara breath – and surrender.
‘Oh you b – bitch, you dirty vicious bitch!’ Sara gasped; but she was trapped and she knew it. ‘ I give. Get off me.’ Rita smiled, a seraphic smile that lit up her entire face. She had creamed the other woman, my champion and no one need be in any doubt now about which of them was the ‘better’ woman at this stage. I swore. It could so easily have gone the other way. Sara, I felt confident in saying to Brian, would get her own back in the return match. For this little squabble between the ladies surely wasn’t over!
The End