Martin intently watched the surveillance footage. His wife Meghan was luring another hot one inside their villa. He shook his head and thought about how she got more pussy on the side than he did! Poor Denise had no fucking clue…like a lamb being led to the slaughter. She had no idea what kind of sick twisted shit Meghan was into. Denise just thought she was getting laid. You see, Meghan loved violent savage catfights with other hot women…she got off on it. The nastier the better. The couple had one firm agreement…whatever happened, he ALWAYS got to watch. He smiled and sipped some wine. He had a feeling this was going to be fucking great…

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Meghan led Denise inside the elegant Italian villa and straight to the bedroom. She was just the kind of girl this vixen loved…blonde, tight body, nice tits and didn’t have much to say. Who had time for bullshit conversations and small talk? Both were models and they had met during a recent photoshoot in Milan. There was an immediate attraction between them..chemistry…well, something. 

Denise looked into Meghan’s eyes. “What do you want?” she said softly as the two gorgeous women walked toward the king size bed. Meghan flashed a devilish grin. “I’ll tell you what I want, girl…” She paused and glanced toward one of the hidden cameras, knowing that perv Martin was leering at them both. “I want to fight, bitch..right here, right now.” The dark haired beauty leaned in and whispered in Denise’s ear, “I want to beat the fuck out of you, sweetie….no mercy.” 

Denise didn’t know know what to think and immediately started planning her exit. “Jesus..Look..I…I gotta go..” she nervously exclaimed.

Meghan responded quickly with a hard slap to the blonde’s pretty face. “Ahhh, NO…You’re not going anywhere pretty girl..not until I get what I want. Come on…let’s fight.” Laughing cruelly, she backhanded Denise and the little blonde knew then that she was going to have to battle her way out of this palace. Meghan lunged in and smashed Denise in her pussy with a clenched fist. The poor girl doubled over in pain.

Meghan smiled, nodding to the camera. “Come on, bitch..let’s fucking do this.” 

She then flung Denise against a wall, punched her hard in the stomach and started clawing at the blonde’s gorgeous breasts. She looked her in the eye. “You gonna fight back, pretty girl? Mmmm, it’s even better if you fight back.” Denise groaned as her perfect tits were viciously mauled. Her head tilted back and she cried in pain. Meghan only smiled as she twisted those breasts and pinched nipples. She kneed Denise between the legs and the poor girl fell to the floor. Now kneeling before her, Denise groaned. Meghan stroked her opponent’s platinum blonde hair and smirked…a cold look in her eyes. “God, you are just a poor stupid slut. I’m going to take my sweet time destroying you.” Meghan’s pussy was getting so wet. Burning with desire, she wanted to hurt Denise, badly. She loved punishing these hot fucking cunts.

Suddenly, Denise began to fight back. On her knees before this psycho Meghan, she punched the brunette violently in the gut. She swiftly rose to her feet, shoved Meghan and then kicked her hard in the crotch. Meghan was shocked. There was more to this girl than she thought. Denise slapped Meghan twice and started to attack the brunette’s pussy. Meghan screamed, partly in pain and partly from the sheer sexual charge of it. Denise grabbed Meghan by the hair and looked her dead in the eye. “Yeah, no..fucking..mercy, bitch.”

Meghan purred with delight. “Ohh yeah, baby..you CAN fight!” she exclaimed. Meghan had brought something wild and uninhibited out of this little blonde and she was fucking loving it.

The two women now seemingly on equal footing, they violently fought one another….long, lingering and nasty as late afternoon turned into evening. Martin watched every moment, as they ripped off their bikini tops and tore into each other’s breasts, punched and slapped one another and clawed and scratched each other raw. In fact, neither girl showed any mercy whatsoever as they used every dirty little trick they could think of on one another. Meghan was the catfight veteran but Denise seemed to be a natural…matching all of Meghan’s mean, nasty moves. Meghan would pull hair savagely and Denise would follow suit, pulling at the brunette’s mane with just as much fire. They clawed at one another’s pussys. They tried to ravage every inch of their sexy bodies…on and on it went. They would stop, circling and glaring at one another. Then, they would go at it again. Screaming and yelling, inflicting generous amounts of pain and abuse. They wrestled aggressively throughout the spacious room, their bodies gleaming with their sweet sweat.

Finally, sprawled out on the floor next to one another, both too exhausted to continue. Denise rose first. “We’re going to fight again, bitch. Next time, there will be a winner.” 

Meghan grinned wickedly and rubbed her aching body. “Oh yes, baby…we’ll do this again. You bet your sweet ass we will. No mercy.”

Meghan laughed as Denise stormed off. “Sick bitch”, she hissed as she left the bedroom. She heard Meghan’s taunting laughter til she finally got outside. Denise wouldn’t have even admitted it to herself but it was one of the most exciting, erotic things she had ever done. Her pussy was still soaking wet. She took a deep breath, started the car and tore out of the driveway.


She couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t wait until next time…

The End

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