I was going out at this club in Newcastle, UK with two of my girlfriends. Needless to say, we were going full-out and trashing Newcastle in the middle of the night; Newcastle is notoriously famous for its nightlife.
I’m a typical girl from Manchester with size DD breasts, 24” waist and 32” hips and around 5’7”. I love working out so I have a toned physique. That night I was wearing a silver halter backless dress with full cleavage and legs showing, and had my long blonde hair styled wavy. My besties beside me were both brunette hotties who party as hard as I do, but I’m always the alpha
I have gotten into a few catfights before, and perhaps because I do boxing as a hobby I usually I end up winning where the girl gives in or runs away.
We were partying hard at a huge nightclub. We befriended all the bartenders and bouncers and at one point we were the centre of everyone’s attention. Men were drooling and girls were cussing, it was what I absolutely loved because it gave me the opportunity to fantasise about a good catfight with the ladies, especially on the influence of alcohol - but this time the influence of alcohol was what led me to my defeat.
A guy who happened to be one of the club owner’s friends came and surveyed the night. He spotted the 3 of us at a bar and asked us to join his “VIP lounge”. We followed him to his lounge and it was in a small private room with a private bar, and there were several other people who I think were either his connections or probably just random hotties. We made friends, men kept buying us drinks, and the guy who invited us in came up and chatted with me at the private bar and the next thing you know we were kissing. Then the next thing I remembered was this redhead girl in a red boob tube dress came up to us and LITERALLY went in between us, facing the man I was kissing and clearly chatting shit about me. I tapped her on the shoulder, she turned her pretty head around and looked at me with evils.
She was slightly taller than me, similar physique with slightly smaller breasts (around a D). She and I were both wearing stiletto heels and very short dresses, showing much of our cleavages to everyone. She was wearing heavy eyeliner, and I swear she had her nose done and her lips pouted. Nonetheless, she was very sexy, and also a very big threat to me.
“Would you mind?” I started
Then I remember her swearing at me in a very strong Geordie accent, pretty much telling me to leave her man alone. At that point, everyone in the room including my mates were turning their attention onto us - I had no idea that man I was kissing was her boyfriend.
Despite my ignorance, I insulted her back, “We were partying here and he kissed me first. You can keep you slut face out of my way and shove that fake nose up your own arse.”
Very quickly she slapped me across the face, stunning my pretty head. Still stunned, she grabbed a load of my long blonde hair and bent me over, and she started sending her knees up my stomach and my breasts, squishing my huge yummy melons up against my chest repeatedly.
I could hear cheers, wolf whistles and my friends egging me on to fight back, so I started wailing punches towards her direction, hitting her 3 times in the belly which shocked her and she released her grip on my hair.
We both regained some balance and thanks to alcohol, I was not quick enough; she lunged forwards and literally tore my halter dress, revealing my naked bosoms to the crowd, and then started sending left-right combos of uppercuts to my huge tits, sending them flying about. I was moaning and grunting at each impact and I could hear her grunting too as she physically worked on my huge tits, lifting each orb up towards my face as she punches and making my nipples rock hard from the impact. She gave my tits a few minutes of good beating and finally, I had to give in and I covered my exposed chest with my hands, as they were feeling very sore after the punishment - but that wasn’t the end of it – that bitch took the opportunity to send her knee up my skirt between my legs! I let out a moaning cry and fell backwards onto a couch, lying there almost defeated from the fight. The men were cheering and I could see her boyfriend growing really hard watching us fight dirty.
She walked towards me and sat on my tummy while I was still lying down. She grabbed both my tits and began mauling them, twisting my nipples while I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I retaliated and pulled down her boobie dress, exposing her bare breasts and sank my nails into her huge tits. Both of us were trying to dominate the other woman and neither was giving in, both moaning really loudly - but the bitch was so feisty and went from squeezing my tits to raining punches at them again. I could see her fists burying into my tits, flattening them like pancakes against my chest. This was it, I thought I was going to lose, and I was too drunk to fight back so I released my grip on her chest and just let her dominate me. So she did, she punched me a few more times on my tits, licking her lips as she was enjoying the sight of my jiggling tits being flattened under her fists. She then sat me upright on the couch, while she sat on my knees, and she continued punching my beautiful tits, with a combination of straightforward jabs, punching the sides of my boobs and uppercuts, while I just took it, moaning, crying and grunting in complete defeat while my tits were flying at every direction that this bitch wanted them to fly; I was completely dominated.
She grabbed my throat with one hand and whispered to me, “Don’t let me see you near my boyfriend again.”
She punched me once in the stomach. “Ohhh” I moaned.
“You,” she continued, “will need to leave this place now” she punched me in my left tit. “Uhhhh” I replied pathetically.
“And this one is for laying a finger on me, yer slag!” she punched me 3 times onto my pussy, squishing my clit as I moaned and splatting my juices everywhere.
When she was done with me, she just left me sitting there, drunk and almost passed out. I felt so sore around my body and tits, and she must’ve told a bouncer to escort me and my mates out of the VIP lounge, with my tits still hanging out of my dress. We weren’t allowed back into the lounge anymore, but after some persuasion we were still allowed in the club, only to stay downstairs in the other less glamorous dance floor. “Fuck this!” I said to my friends, “This calls for some shots!” I drank my night away, somehow left and somehow passed out back at my hostel.
I could not remember how I got home, but I remembered the catfight very well. Even now my girlfriends still ask me about it, and how it was a very bizarre and erotic fight. I remember the next day I was very sore around my body, but during the fight the pain wasn’t too bad (it was perhaps the alcohol). I try to forget about it because of the humiliation, but the story never fails to make people very aroused.
