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Depraved Diane

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Offline sidekick

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Depraved Diane
« on: April 18, 2018, 09:22:47 PM »
Depraved Diane

Diane threw herself at the bitch, landing on top of her.  The two
women rolled across the floor, thrashing, clutching with their nails,
punching and entwining their legs.  She jerked the bitch's head back
savagely by the hair.  "Oh fuck, that feels sooo fucking good", she
thought.  Diane allowed herself to totally loose control, wrapping
her legs around the bitch and punching away. The two women lay tangled
on the floor for several minutes, slugging each other and jerking
their hair. 

Diane had totally forgotten her surroundings.  She absolutely had no
thoughts of the damage to her expensive party dress, her panties being
exposed to all the people crowded around them or to her naked breast
that had fallen out of the dress. Her heart was beating like a drum
and her pusssy was flowing juices and drenching the front of her
panties.  She was thrilled by the struggle and abandoned herself to
punching and pulling hair. 

She didn't know the name of the woman she was fighting with, nor did
she care.  The bitch been staring and sneering and provoking her all
evening. Diane was used to being the center of attention at parties
such as this.  She was one hot babe.  She knew it and liked it.  And
she didn't appreciate this bitch, flaunting herself about.  All
evening the two had competed.  They showed increasing amounts of leg
as they were seated across the room from each other.  They gave each
other catty, glaring looks.  They even bumped into each other
accidentally on purpose when passing in the kitchen.  Diane became
more and more angry.  The two began a stare down from across the
room.  Then they slowly came closer and closer as they glared their
hate and envy at each other.  Finally almost nose to nose, they glared
wordlessly as the other party guests noticed and gathered around
them. 

As if on invisible queue, the two moved suddenly to sink their hands
into each other's hair.  The party crowed cheered as they were quite
happy to watch the two women fight and had no plans to interfere.
Maybe five minutes later, they were tangled on the floor, rolling back
and forth, trying to hurt each other as much as possible.  Both had
their dresses up around their waist.  One pair of red bikini panties
and one black pair were bumping and grinding together as they
wrestled. Diane clutched the bitch's hair as tightly as possible and
wildly threw punch after punch.  She had no particular target.  Her
fists landed on the ribs, tits, cheeks, neck, back.  It didn't matter
where, she just wanted - no she needed, to hit her over and over.  The
bitch was a worthy opponent.  She was giving as good as she got. Diane
was pleased that it was not going to be over too soon. 

Her panties were soaked.  She had her legs clamped around the bitch's
thigh.  They had torn their dresses so they just clung around their
waists.  Their bare tits were mashed together as they jerked hair and
punched it out.  She was already building toward an orgasm. Fighting
always made her cum.  Again and again she slammed her fist into the
bitch.  She tried to do it harder and harder as the sexual pleasure
built up.  The two were beating and bruising each other really good.
Finally overcome, she clutched hair with two hands and pulled with all
her might.  She humped the bitch's leg furiously and moaned with
pleasure as the climax rolled over her.  "Oh fuck! This is soooooo
good", she thought.  That's partly why she loved to do the party scene
so much.  It was a great place to get in a fight. 

After the orgasm began to subside, the two slapped, punched and kicked
at each other, eventually pushing apart.  They sat on the floor
panting for breath. Diane's red panties were obscenely soaked and
juices were running down her leg.  She didn't care.  She noticed the
bitch had a wet spot over her cxnt. But it was clear she was not yet
as sexually excited as Diane.  The two had scratches on their breasts
and bruises on their necks, forearms and faces.  The crowd was
murmering in approval of what they had seen so far.  Many of them
figured it was over.  And if it was, certainly it had been the
highlight of the evening and probably the week and the month.  If not,
... well then this was going to be one of those very special evenings
that they tell stories about for years. 

As Diane's breathing was settling down into the quasi normal range, she
swung her legs around and rose to her knees.  The bitch struggled to
her knees as well.  The two women glared at each other.  Diane raised
her fists and began to inch forward.  The bitch raised her fists as
well.  But then a couple of people burst through the crowd ring.
Diane was grabbed and held.  She heard cries of "break it up" and
groans from many others.  There was a confusing jumble of arguing
voices; "get the fuck out of the way", "stop this now", "let them
fight", "are the cops coming?". 

In a minute, Diane was grabbed by the crowd.  She could no longer see the bitch
for all the people in the way.  Someone threw a coat around her and
walked her toward the stairs.  She struggled to get back, to get
loose, to find and sink her nails into the bitch.  But she couldn't.
It was sort of a blur for the next several minutes.  But soon she
found herself out on the street by her car.  Several people had
offered to take her home.  She told them she was all right and could
drive herself.

Later, driving though the city aimlessly, she tried to collect her
thoughts.  It was always hard for her to come down from the high.  She
loved all of it - the physical competition, the uninhibited, emotional
release, the exhibitionism, the sexual excitement, the violence.  It
didn't make any sense, but it was real.  She was sooo pissed.  Why did
those assholes have to stop it?  She wanted to cruise the city looking
for another fight.  But she knew that every minute that passed would
bring her further down from the high.  She knew she should crash at
home and nurse her wounds.  But that's not what she wanted to do right
at this moment.  She could still remember the feel of their bodies as
they thrashed and scratched and wailed at each other.

After a hot bath, Diane lay on her bed and allowed herself to drift
toward sleep.  She was 33 years old and had increasingly and
dramatically changed her lifestyle in the last three of those years.
It all started when she began dating a guy with a fetish for
catfighting. She discovered his obsession and found that it titilated
her strangely and powerfully.  He turned out to be a bum.  But she
kept browsing more and more websites devoted to female fighting. 

She found that it was popular with a lot of men and women. There were
those into all facets from teenage girls to old women; from wrestling to
fistfights; from sexual competition to real violence.  Of course there
were many pictures and videos.  Some were obviously staged.  Diane
found herself drawn to the realistic ones.  She spent more and more
time online looking at this material.  As she became more and more
excited and preoccupied with the whole scene, she grew bolder.  She
found she just couldn't put it aside.  This offered an emotional and
sexual release that she just couldn't find anywhere else or in any
other way.

She remembered the first fight with a woman in the park after a late
movie.  They had argued.  She challenged her to come to the park where
they could be unseen to settle it.  Diane's heart had been in her
throat. But she swallowed hard and went though with hit.  The two of
them pulled hair and punched and wrestled in the dark in private.  And
it was so very good for Diane.  She loved it.  Afterwards, her panties
were wet.  She relived every moment of it for weeks.  And she knew
that she had to do it again. There had been countless fights since
then.  She was a fighter. 

The rest of the weekend was boring.  At midweek she was preparing to
attend a two day conference. It would be a mind-numbing affair filled
with talk of corporate strategy, policy, procedure and budget
details. But she couldn't get out of it. At 11pm she lay down and
masturbated for an hour or so. Finally she fell asleep, hoping she
could find some entertainment after the work sessions at the
conference.

By 10pm on Wednesday she was checking into the Marriott after spending a
day on the plane from Baltimore to Kansas City. She was tired and
desperately needing to stretch her legs after spending many hours
seated in planes and cabs. After getting her luggage into the room, she
wandered back down to the lobby. For the next half hour she walked
aimlessly around the hotel, taking notice of the other bored
patrons. The business center was deserted.  The lobbies were
practically so.  There was one rather attractive gentlemen in the
exercise center who looked very fit for someone who she guessed would
be on the north side of 50. As she turned the corner there were
fleeting fantasies of the two of them naked on the floor with her
riding his cock while he moaned and pawed her tits.

Continuing to the hotel bar she found the folks who preferred to
drink if they had no choice but to be bored.  There was one couple
huddled in a corner table making out in the dim light.  Diane guessed
they were 30 something.  She could make out his hand moving up under
her skirt as they wrestled tongues.  As her crotch dampened she
imagined once again being on the floor riding the man's cock.  But then
the fantasy quickly flipped to her pulling the woman up by her hair and
the two of them jerking hair as the man watched and stroked his cock.
That particularly fantasy would invariably end in a hot fistfight that
was broken up by the man dragging them back to his room for more
private enjoyment.  Crap.  How was she going to make it through the
boredom these next 3 days? As she turned to leave the bar she gave one
final glance at the kissing couple and entertained a fleeting thought
of actually walking over there and jerking the woman up by the
hair. Now her crotch was very wet and she cursed with frustration as
she headed for the elevator.
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Offline Heidikillerkat

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Re: Depraved Diane
« Reply #1 on: April 19, 2018, 06:42:26 AM »
The master at his best!!! I want to meet Diane!!!

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Offline Debbiedoes

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Re: Depraved Diane
« Reply #2 on: May 02, 2018, 01:12:29 PM »
I hope you find the time to continue this...wonderful as always xx

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Re: Depraved Diane
« Reply #3 on: May 02, 2018, 06:15:09 PM »
I love your style of writing.  I've tracked down as many of your stories as I could find.  Do you have them all stored in one location?

Thanks