I'm Doris, perhaps one or two of you know me and I have a boyfriend who loves catfights - grin, grin! After the last running commentary I thought it had all been said, and I had no idea that people were so interested in my person, but Cindy is right, the story continued:

But no longer with Mareike; she and my ex had split up. Was it my fault? At least I hope so, not that it brought me anything though, because our contact stopped except for a few birthday greetings (by SMS - how impersonal!).

I can't remember which year it was, but he rang me out of the blue and asked me if I wanted to earn some money. Of course, with catfight? No problem, who's your new girlfriend? Apparently they weren't together, so nothing was happening, obviously. What model travels from Berlin to Flensburg to my place in the middle of the night? More that 600 miles just like that, for 30 minutes catfight? Did my ex really think I was that stupid?


And then the wrestling (it wasn't supposed to be a real fight) was to take place with us dressed in swimsuits, no rounds, just writhing about. When they arrived he made a big fuss, insisting that I get changed in the living room on my own, with Inez in the kitchen. The first I saw of her was when she came out of the kitchen straight at me and it all started!


For the first few minutes we hesitated to get a real hold of each other. It wasn't fighting, there wasn't even any action, it was just tense! We tried with our bodies to push each other away, or better still, get on top of the other one. I let Inez win once.

That was a big mistake, letting Inez win. She was very pretty, nearly 10 years younger than me and she wasn't there for the money, or at least not only that. She snarled at my ex that I wasn't defending myself and was letting her win. Oh, Baby! If that's your attitude - let's dance!


Dancing wouldn't do actually, because unlike Mareike Inez wanted to fight and win. She wanted to finish me off, which with it being 35 degrees in my living room could easily happen. So I upped the ante and wondered how she would like having her hair pulled.


Pulling her hair worked at first, but not for long unfortunately! The little bitch actually pulled some of my hair out by the roots! Then I couldn't help it if I accidentally pressed onto one of her breasts to stop myself falling and had to hold on to it!


I had to think of something - fast - I was nearly at the end of my strength! Now then, what had always succeeded with Mareika? Grabbing her pussy! But that just spurred Inez on! We both had an idea what this could lead to, so we both stopped and looked at my ex. Inez just asked "Should we carry on like this? I don't have any problem with it!" - me neither!

It was really hot and the stupid sheet we were supposed to be fighting on was all wrinkled after only 30 seconds. My knees were sore from the rough carpet and Inez was quite different from Mareike (Cindy: Doris means in PCF-Old-1 to 3). Why had I agreed to this evening? Well, at least at the beginning I had Inez under control!


Perhaps I pulled her hair a bit too hard, but I had to tame her somehow. I guess it must have been the tit-pinching that made Inez really aggressive! I couldn't care less and Inez could argue with my ex about it afterwards.


I started to enjoy it, because Inez could take a lot of punishment and accept it. I didn't have to be careful as I did with Mareike, who kept complaining!


I was already sitting on Inez and she was near to submitting, but then I wanted to press my tits into her face, big mistake! Inez turned into a fury and then I was the one underneath. She squashed my breast hard and I couldn't breathe, so I asked her very quietly if she would her me have a little air and she counted that as a submission!