Big, Bad Bertha vs. Luisa
Private Catfight

Sitting in the living room of the small, run down house she had been awarded in the divorce from her second husband, Bertha flipped through the television channels on her small TV set. Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, the sweat dripping down her face from the hazy, August heat since the lone, window air conditioner in her home had finally died a few weeks earlier, she found nothing interesting to watch. But just as she turned the TV off, the telephone rang and Bertha debated whether or not to answer it.

Prank phone calls were nothing new to her since she ran ads in several of the fetish magazines to promote her private catfighting business. But after a few rings, she finally decided to pick it up.

"Yeah." she answered in her raspy voice after taking a long drag on her cigarette.

"I'm looking for Big, Bad Bertha", the male voice on the other end responded, "I saw her ad in a magazine and want to book a private match."

The ad he was referring to was run by Bertha in several magazines and looked as follows:

BIG BAD BERTHA

Available for private catfighing/wrestling/domination.
Men or Women.
(555) 555-8989

Bertha sat up, trying to determine whether the call was legitimate or not.

"Okay, so who am I going to fight; you?"

"Oh no. My girlfriend wants to have a private match against another woman and I saw your ad in a magazine, so I'd like to arrange it."

Growing more interested, Bertha began to question him until finally determining that the call seemed legit.

"I charge $100 for a half hour, $175 for a full hour. If you want anything extra, I charge extra. You meet me at a motel that I pick and then we fight in the motel room. You gotta pay for the room which is about 75 bucks for the night. You pay my bodyguard before we start, and I only take cash."

The voice was quiet on the other end of the phone for a few moments but then he readily agreed. Bertha then asked him to give her his number so she could call him back. This was her way of verifying that he was in fact, legitimate. He gave her his number and after she called back and he picked up, Bertha knew that was serious.

"So, who am I fighting." she asked sternly.

"My girlfriend Luisa. She is 47 years old, 4 foot 11 inches tall and weighs 95 pounds. She told me that she used to fight in the Philippines when she was young, but I don’t believe her so she wants to prove to me that she is a fighter."

Bertha grew even more interested, rarely getting a chance to fight against another women. Her business had become more about fetish than about fighting and most of her clients were men interested in kinky wrestling and domination. But Bertha loved to wrestle against other women so the prospect of doing so was stimulating to her.

"So you want a wrestling match, catfight, or what?" Bertha asked.

"I want you to fight Luisa in whichever way you want, but I want it to be real and I want it to be sexy. Luisa says that she can fight so I want you to make her prove it. And if she can't, well than you can do whatever you want to her."

Bertha's eyes lit up at his last comment. If there was one thing she loved more than fighting against another woman, it was dominating another woman. So the invitation was right up her alley.

"Okay, you and your girlfriend show up at the Twinkle Toe Motel on Highway 1 at 8:00 PM this Friday night. You ask the clerk for Bertha's room and knock three times on the door. Bring the cash! After my bodyguard checks you and your girlfriend out and you give him the money, then we'll fight. But if you ain't telling me the truth, my bodyguard is going to kick the living shit out of ya!"

She hung up and smiled, anxious for the opportunity to dominate the small woman she had never met. To celebrate, she cracked open a can of beer, lit another cigarette and sat back, thinking about the money she would earn and the joy she would get in making Luisa suffer.

The man who made the call, Alberto, was an unscrupulous character, though as far as his new girlfriend Luisa knew, he was a perfect gentleman. He was a native of the Philippines but moved to America at the age of 16 and since then, moved around the country making money through deceit and deception. He used the internet dating services to prey on innocent women, winning their affections with his good looks and charm before conniving them into either giving him money, or taking it from them on his own. He made a decent living but never stayed in one place too long. His latest mark was Luisa, a woman he had met through the internet about a month ago.

Also having come to America from her native Philippines just a year earlier, she met Alberto through the dating service and the two of them hit it off right away. Alberto had turned on the charm and Luisa fell for it; hook, line and sinker.

Luisa grew up poor, marrying at 18 before giving birth to two daughters shortly after that. Once her children grew into adulthood, they both moved away to America, leaving Luisa and her husband alone. Just a year later however, her husband died in a tragic accident and Luisa was left all alone at the age of 45. With no other family living in the Phillipines, her daughters worried about her and persuaded her to move to America. She reluctantly agreed and after making the move and settling into her new home, she finally decided that it was time for her to start a social life and try to meet a man.

Using the computer her older daughter had given her as a gift, she eventually discovered internet dating and then posted her picture and a profile seeking, “a nice man to spend some time with and, hopefully, begin a romance”. When Alberto responded to her posting, Luisa nervously agreed to meet him. They met at a coffee shop and from the outset, Alberto intrigued her.

Alberto convinced Luisa that he moved to America from their country to seek out a new way of life and had become a successful businessman. He explained how, despite his successful career, he was still unfulfilled since he had never found the right woman to call his wife. Luisa listened intently to his tale and was captivated by him. He said all the right things, was handsome, successful and a perfect gentleman, so after they finished having a cup of coffee together, she gave him her phone number and they agreed to meet again.

Their next several dates went even better and after a few weeks, they were an item. One night Alberto took Luisa to dinner at a fancy restaurant, impressing her even more. Having always been cared for throughout her life, Luisa preferred a strong, confident man and Alberto seemed to be just that. He catered to her “old world principles” by opening doors for her, taking her nice places and always picking up the check. In general, he treated her like a lady and soon Luisa found herself love-struck by Alberto and there was no hiding it. So as their dinner conversation progressed, Luisa felt comfortable enough to speak freely.

She began to discuss growing up in the Phillipines and how poor her family was. Luisa and her twin sister were forced to work from an early age, but still the family struggled to make ends meet. Luisa then paused, as if debating whether to say what she was going to say next. Taking a breath, she then went on to reveal that, at the age of 13, her father began to teach her and her sister how to fight. The training lasted two full years and by the time they turned 15, he took them to a barn in the next village where they were forced to participate in fights against other girls while the men from that village watched and placed wagers on the outcome.

Luisa was embarrassed after she told Aberto her story, never having revealed this part of her past to anyone. But though ti was difficult, in the end she was glad that she had told Alberto. She wanted him to know all about her, even the most personal parts of her life. Alberto was fascinated by the admission and immediately began to question her about it. Luisa went on to tell him that she fought for about 4 years, helping earn enough money between her and her sister to allow the family to finally buy a small house. She then met her husband after fighting one night and the two married shortly after, ending Luisa’s career as a fighter.

Alberto was stunned, but highly aroused by the admission. Luisa was very petite, very reserved and quiet, completely the opposite of a woman who had spent four years as a fighter. She was sweet, demure and not at all intimidating, so Alberto doubted the validity of her story.

“Luisa, you are a very attractive, very charming, very gentle woman. So please excuse me when I say that it is difficult to imagine that you were ever able to have success fighting against other woman.”

Luisa smiled shyly, but then addressed his comments.

“Thank you Alberto, you are very gracious. But it is true. Not only did I fight, but I was a very good fighter. Don’t let my small size fool you. Though it was many years ago and my life has changed much since then, I am still a tough woman! ”

Still stunned, Alberto was nonetheless highly aroused by the admission. If there was one thing he loved more than taking other people’s money, it was watching women fight. He owned dozens of videos and fetish magazines on that theme, his infatuation with the subject probably costing him thousands of dollars over the years. But the one thing he had never been able to accomplish, though he desperately wanted to, was to witness a real-live catfight. So as Luisa sat across from him at the restaurant, he began to plot a way to finally accomplish that goal.

“Well Luisa, I’m sorry but I just don’t believe it.” Alberto replied.

His ploy seemed to work as Luisa became upset that he did not believe her, prompting her to try and find a way to prove herself to him. She had grown very fond of Alberto and hoped that their relationship would continue to grow, possibly culminating in marriage, but if he doubted her honesty, surely that would impede any chance of their relationship developing further. So after giving it some thought, she finally asked him if there was a way she could prove herself to him.

Alberto had played it perfectly and was now ready to seal the deal. After pretending to give it some thought, he finally suggested that perhaps she might be willing to fight against another woman to demonstrate to him that she could. Luisa was surprised by the suggestion, having been away from fighting for many years. But as she thought about it, her eyes finally lit up. She would do it, hoping that by agreeing to fight another woman and showing her skill, Alberto would see that she was in fact being honest and sincere.

“Okay Alberto, I would be happy to fight against another woman for you. But I am new to this country and don't know how to arrange that.”

Shifting in his seat, Alberto finally offered a suggestion.

“I’ve heard that there are women who will wrestle in private, for a fee. If I am able to find such a woman, would you be willing to do it?”

“Yes, I would be happy to. You make all of the arrangements and I will show you that I am sincere. All I ask is that the woman I will face be a fair match for me.” she replied, happy to have the chance.

The night went on and when it finally ended, Luisa gave Alberto a long kiss before saying good night and walking away, feeling content. She had fallen hard for Alberto and if fighting against another woman would bring him closer to her, she was happy to do it. So despite a hint of nervousness at the prospect of fighting again, the reward for doing so was much more important to her.

At 47 years old and only 4 foot 11 inches tall and weighing 95 pounds, Luisa was not the typical fighting woman. She had short black hair, pretty, almond-shaped eyes and a welcoming smile that she wore most of the time. But although very pretty, she did not look at all threatening nor capable of defeating anyone woman in combat.

While Luisa was feeling good about things, Alberto was feeling even better. Not only had he successfully deceived Luisa into believing he was something that he was not; reeling her in before taking her money; he had also convinced her to engage in a catfight against a rough and ready professional. It was a win/win situation for him and one he looked forward to greatly. So as the day arrived, they agreed to meet in the mid-afternoon so that they could spend some time together before making the long drive to the out-of-the-way motel. What Luisa did not know however was that the day would end up being the finale of Alberto's master plan.

As Alberto rang the bell to her home, Luisa answered, dressed in a simple though elegant, cream-colored dress, wearing full make-up, her hair nicely done and a beautiful string of pearls around her neck. She looked lovely, certainly not like a woman on her way to a brutal catfight. But immediately Luisa noticed that Alberto looked distressed and questioned him about it.

"What is wrong Alberto. Are you worried about my fight?" Luisa asked innocently.

"No, it's not that. Well … to be honest … I am a little worried that I may have gotten you into something that you will not be able to handle.”

Luisa smiled shyly.

“You do not need to worry about me Alberto. I can handle myself and will be fine.” she replied sweetly while stroking the side of his face.

He tried to smile, but the look of distress did not dissipate as he went on to explain further.

“Actually, the reason I’m upset is that last night my home was broken into while I was at work. They stole my wallet with all of my cash and credit cards, they stole my check book, they even stole some money I had in my dresser to pay for a new business venture I am beginning!”

Alberto laid it on thick, and Luisa fell for it like a ton of bricks, very concerned for him. But Alberto had only just begun.

“Now I have no way to pay this lady wrestler tonight, nor to pay for the motel room. I also need to make a payment to my business partner tomorrow, or else I will lose the opportunity. And even worse ….. I am embarrassed to say ….. but I had ordered a gift to give to you after the fight tonight and was going to pick it up on the way here, but now I have no way to pay for it. I don't know what to do?"

Alberto was doing his best to seem distraught, and Luisa bought it.

"Don't worry Alberto, it is still early and the banks are open. I will take out the money you need and then you can pay me back once you sort out the problems. Okay?"

Though looking relieved, Alberto was actually celebrating on the inside. He gave Luisa a hug and thanked her before she asked him how much he needed.

"Well, I'm a little bit embarrassed to say, but I need $25,000. But it is just until Monday when I can go to my bank and sort everything out."

Alberto bowed his head, trying to look humbled by the request. Luisa was shocked by the amount of money he needed but knowing that he was a successful businessman, she assumed that it was not unusual for him to require so much cash. Though to her it was a large amount, she assumed that to him it was nothing. So after calming herself, she began to stroke the hair on his bowed head and told him not to worry.

"Don't worry Alberto, that amount is fine, I trust you."

After another hug the two drove off in Alberto's fancy car; a car he had rented as part of the scam. They pulled up in front of Luisa's bank and she got out, made the withdrawal and returned, handing Alberto an envelope filled with cash. He apologized to her once more, continuing to look embarrassed, but then drove off. They agreed to stop and have a light meal before driving to the motel. At dinner, Alberto noticed the string of pearls Luisa was wearing around her neck.

“Your pearls are quire beautiful.” Alberto said.

“Thank you. They are quite valuable, not only in their financial value, but also sentimentally. My late husband gave them to me on our wedding anniversary shortly before he died.” Luisa paused, bowing her head as she tried to compose herself. Taking a few quick breaths while dabbing her eyes with her napkin, she then looked up and continued.

“He told me that he had saved for many years to buy them for me. They are the most important thing I own.” she concluded.

“Well they are very beautiful ..... Um ..... but I didn’t realize that you owned a set of pearls already ..... so you’re not going to believe this, but ..... that is the gift I was going to give you after the fight, a string of pearls! So I guess there is no need to stop and pick up that gift after all.” Alberto again tried to look humble, and again Luisa tried to comfort him.

“I am sure that your pearls will be just as beautiful Alberto. You flatter me with your generosity.”

“Thank you Luisa, but no, I cannot replace such an important piece of your past. Next week I will get you a new gift instead.”

Luisa was flattered, blushing shyly at the thought of being treated so well by the man she adored. What she didn't realize is that one of Alberto's excuses for needing the money had just vanished into thin air.

Their dinner continued until they finished up, paid the check and then began the drive to the motel. They arrived on schedule at 8:00 PM, but were surprised to see that the motel looked like a scene out of a horror movie. It was actually just a scattering of small houses, each set back in the woods, a few big rig trucks parked in the parking lot. Alberto pulled up to the office and walked inside, leaving Luisa in the car. He asked the clerk for Bertha's room and the grungy-looking man smiled knowingly before demanding “75 bucks". Alberto paid him before the clerk directed him to a bungalow in the back of the lot. He then walked back out to the car and they drove to the back of the dark parking lot before getting out of the car and walking up to the door.

Before knocking, Alberto turned to Luisa, making sure she was okay, or at least trying to make it look that way. She assured him that she was ready and then he knocked on the door three times, just as Bertha had instructed.

"YEAH. COME IN. IT'S OPEN!" barked a brusque, deep voice from inside.

Alberto pushed the door open and the two walked inside, both pausing at the strange sight before their eyes. Seated on a sofa which was pushed back against the wall was Bertha. She looked exactly like the picture in the ad, wearing the same skimpy, black latex outfit with one leg lifted onto a chair while she leaned back, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"You must be Alberto ..... and this must be little Luisa." Bertha said to them, her voice sounding like her throat was lined with gravel.

The two stepped inside, Luisa walking over to shake hands. But as she stuck her hand out to Bertha, the cantankerous woman just sneered at her, not returning the sentiment. Undaunted, Luisa introduced herself anyway.

"I am Luisa. May I go change?" she asked politely before Bertha shrugged her shoulders, nodding her head toward the direction of the bathroom. Luisa took her small, overnight bag and walked into the bathroom to change. As she closed the door behding her however, Alberto approached Bertha.

"You got the money?" she asked curtly.

"Where is your bodyguard?" Alberto replied suspiciously.

"He's out in the car. I don't have him come in unless he needs to. So, you got the money?" she repeated sternly.

There was no bodyguard, Bertha couldn't afford one. She made up the story about having a bodyguard to keep her clients in line, but in reality, she was on her own. Alberto then pulled out the wad of bills that Luisa had withdrawn from her bank and plopped down two 50-dollar-bills on the table. But Bertha's eyes remained fixed on the stack of bills still in Alberto's hands, rather than the money on the table and Alberto noticed that, moving closer to whisper to her.

"Okay listen, Luisa is not my girlfriend. I want you to knock her out. I don't care how you do it, but in the end I want her unconscious.”

Bertha listened and nodded her head, still cognizant of the large stack of bills he held and taking advantage of the situation.

“Yeah, sure, no problem. But it’s gonna cost you extra.”

Alberto looked back at her and smiled, realizing what motivated Bertha. He then pulled out two 50-dollar-bills and placed them on the table.

“I see that we speak the same language.”“So ... I want to see Luisa out cold in the end.” He paused, but then with an evil sneer on her face, moved even closer, turning back to make sure that Luisa had not yet emerged from the bathroom. “But I also want to enjoy watching you beat her. So the sexier you make it the better, and the hornier I get from watching it, the more I’ll reward you. Do you get the picture?"

Bertha nodded, smiling deviously while picking up the bills and stuffing them into her skimpy top. She then stood up, placing her foot on Alberto's stomach before blowing a puff of smoke in his face.

"Oh I get the picture. And don't worry, you won't be disappointed." she proclaimed, just as Luisa walked out of the bathroom.

She wore a conservative, two-piece, pearl colored outfit that nicely showcased her fit, petite body. The top was made of Lycra in a mock-turtleneck cut that completely covered her small, though proportionately sized chest and descended all the way down so that just about an inch of bare skin on her tummy was displayed between it and her full-cut, matching bottoms. Though most of her midsection was covered, two, deep dimples were visible on either side of Luisa’s cute little navel; evidence that she was in great shape. She looked resplendent and as she walked forward in her bare feet, Bertha looked her up and down with a disinterested sneer, showing that she was unimpressed.

But Alberto couldn’t help but stare, impressed by how great she looked. Without showing much skin, Luisa looked both classy and sexy at the same time. Seeing his reaction, Luisa blushed, flattered and slightly embarrassed. But Bertha then stood up and walked over to her, the contrast between the two women about as apparent as it could be.

Standing 5 foot 4 inches tall and weighing 170 pounds, Bertha had a sizeable advantage over her diminutive opponent, though she was obviously not in the best shape. Her latex top had cut-outs on the top half of it, brazenly showing off her ample, though sagging chest. The panty was so skimpy that it left little to the imagination, the outfit joined together by a couple of straps that formed a spider web design on her soft belly. Walking over to Luisa with a cigarette dangling out of her mouth, Bertha took a drag before blowing smoke toward Luisa.

“So ... you ready?” she snapped.

“Yes, I am ready.” Luisa replied as the two women stood face-to-face in the center of the room.

The bungalow actually consisted of 3 rooms: a bathroom, a bedroom and a separate living room where they now stood. All of the tacky, worn furniture had been pushed back against the walls earlier by Bertha, leaving the middle of the 15 by 15 foot room empty. Alberto took a seat on the sofa against the wall and the two women stared at each other before they began the fight.

Each began to circle, Luisa crouching forward with her hands out in front of her, ready to fight. Bertha occasionally swiped her arm forward, pawing at her smaller foe, more for effect than to actually accomplish anything. After a few more moments of posturing however, Bertha lunged forward, reaching for Luisa with her arms. The perky Filipino quickly bent her knees and dropped into a crouching position before pulling one leg out and quickly swiping it forward, striking the side of Bertha’s shin and knocking her feet out from under her.

Falling hard onto her side, Bertha grunted as Luisa rushed in and quickly seized hold of her ankle, pulling Bertha’s leg up and adeptly twisting it into a painful hold. Moving closer to get more leverage, Luisa continued to twist at the limb as Bertha growled angrily below her. With Luisa standing directly above her, Bertha secretly pulled her free leg in toward her body and then fired it straight upward, slamming the sole of her bare foot directly into Luisa’s crotch.

As the petite Asian yelped loudly while backpedaling, Bertha rolled awkwardly onto her side before getting to her feet. Slumped forward with her legs clamped tightly together, Luisa looked up to watch for Bertha, her pretty face cringed in pain and a look of shock and horror in her almond-shaped eyes as her groin throbbed. It only took her a few seconds to realize the type of fight Bertha planned to engage in however, and with that realization, the look of shock and horror on Luisa’s face was quickly replaced with one of steely determination.

Crouched back into a fighting stance, Luisa made the first move this time, charging beneath Bertha’s clutches and slamming her small shoulder into Bertha’s soft gut. With a loud THUD, Luisa rammed her shoulder forward, driving with her legs to try and push Bertha backward as the loose skin on the kinky, older woman jiggled. Bertha planted her feet however and after being forced back a few steps, Luisa was unable to force the bukly Bertha backward, despite her best efforts.

With the two women now locked together, Luisa bent forward with her shoulder in Bertha’s gut and her arms wrapped around her back, the struggle began. Bertha then lifted her arms, interlocked her fingers and slammed her conjoined fist down into Luisa’s back, knocking her onto her knees. Forced to break her grip, Luisa moaned softly as Bertha reached down and grabbed a fistful of her short, black hair, using it to rip her upright.

But as Luisa rose, she curled the tops of her fingers inward so that her knuckles were now protruding forward before punching upward with a stabbing motion, knifing her knuckles into Bertha’s throat. The bulky brawler hacked loudly as she covered her throat as Luisa again buried her shoulder into Bertha’s midsection and pushed, this time able to drive her backward until Bertha’s back slammed against the wall.

Alberto watched in stunned silence as Luisa kept Bertha pinned to the wall. Though still gagging, Bertha was able to lean forward and wrap her arms around Luisa’s waist, preventing ehr from moving as the action ground to a halt while Bertha caught her breath. Sucking in one more breath, Bertha then pulled inward with her arms, scooping her up like a fly. Luisa's legs were hoisted into the air as air her small body became upended, Bertha holding her overturned foe by squeezing tightly around her ribcage using her burly arms.

Flailing her legs wildly, Luisa felt the blood rush to her head as she struggled frantically to break free. With Bertha squashing her ribs, the oxygen being sucked out of her body as a result, Luisa was in trouble. But in a desperate though calculated maneuver, she let her legs dip over Bertha’s shoulders before pulling them back, trying to create enough momentum to break Bertha’s grip. The attempt worked as the momentum of her leg movement caused Bertha to lose her balance and bow forward as Luisa’s feet landed on the floor. Quickly pushing herself off of Bertha, Luisa straightened up and slammed a frighteningly quick, straight kick into Bertha’s belly. The ball of Luisa’s bare foot landed in the fold of Bertha’s belly and sank in deeply as Bertha doubled over, blubbering in her deep voice.

”OOHHHHH!”

With Bertha doubled over, Luisa charged up alongside her, wrapped her in a side headlock and then dropped to the floor, pulling down on Bertha’s head before flipping her through the air. Bertha landed hard and slid a foot or so across the rug, causing the bare skin on her back to burn as a result. With her legs spread apart and her arms flapping down on either side of her, Bertha looked completely disoriented as she lifted her head off of the floor.

Luisa wasted no time however, rushing over and stomping her bare foot down onto Bertha’s chest. The beefy brawler’s body shuddered from the stomp as Luisa then slid her foot up and began to place it on Bertha’s throat. But Bertha quickly grabbed hold of Luisa's ankle and pulled her foot close to her mouth before opening wide and clamping her teeth down onto it.

Hopping on one leg, Luisa began to wail in her high-pitched voice as Bertha chomped down on her foot. Luisa tried to shake her leg free, kicking it with all of her strength until finally Bertha lost her grip on the ankle and had to let go. Hobbling back a few steps, Luisa breathed heavily as a few faint whimpers escaped from her mouth. But as Bertha got up into a seated position, Luisa rushed back over, still limping but determined not to give Bertha an advantage.

Reaching down she snatched a handful of Bertha’s wiry hair and used it to pull her up. As Bertha stood erect, the two now face-to-face, Luisa reached forward to grab Bertha by the head. But as she did, Bertha lunged at her, grabbing hold of her top and with a quick yank, pulling it up and over her head. Caught by surprise, Luisa was left with her arms trapped straight up in the air and her head completely covered as Bertha kept the top right there. Luisa's small though pert breasts were laid bare and she was completely helpless from Bertha’s impending attack. And attack is just what Bertha did.

With a quick lunge she snapped her head forward, driving the top of it into the field of pearl-colored Lycra. The loud CRACK that resulted was evidence of a direct hit and Luisa’s face was the casualty. Reeling from the blow, Luisa stumbled backward, her arms still trapped overhead, her face still covered by the garment. Bertha stalked her and then fired a potent uppercut into Luisa’s vulnerable tummy.

“AAWWWWW!” groaned the defenseless Filipino as she folded over from the ferocious blow.

Bertha then repeated the maneuver, landing another vicious punch into Luisa's taut tummy.

“AAWWWWW!” moaned the hapless Luisa a second time as the violent punch knocked the wind out of her.

Though in a great deal of pain, Luisa was also completely terrified and in a state of shock. Though the fights she had participated in while a youngster in the Phillipines were sometimes brutal contests, never would an opponent use such unscrupulous tactics. Forced nudity was also completely forbidden, and severely punished. But she now found herself in an unfamiliar position; topless, sightless and unable to defend herself. Feeling both shamed and petrified, Luisa had no idea what to do.

But Bertha knew exactly what to do, and was just getting started doing it. With her opponent blinded, she prepared to dish out more punishment as Alberto looked on, his eyes fixed on Luisa’s bare breasts. Strutting up in front of her, Bertha reached forward and dug her fingers into each of Luisa’s breasts, burying her pointy digits into the small, fleshy mounds. Luisa began to squeal loudly, but with her arms trapped over her head, was unable to do anything but scream. Bertha seemed to revel in those screams however, burrowing her fingers as deeply into them as she could.

After a few more torturous moments, Bertha extracted her fingers, but then sent a vicious, open-handed slap into each, one at a time. The loud SMACK filled the room, quickly followed by Luisa’s pitiable screams. Bertha slapped at Luisa’s breasts several more times before finally relenting, only to stand back and send a vicious kick straight up between Luisa’s legs.

With an anguished shriek, Luisa dropped to her knees, kneeling erect with her arms still forced straight up and over her head. Bertha stepped forward and stood before her as the pretty, petite Filipino whined. Though it would have been considered a disgrace to her family when she was younger, Luisa now began to beg for mercy. Without being able to see however, she could tell that her attacker was standing directly in fornt of her.

“P…l…e…a…s…e … no … more.”

Bertha listened to her cries but was unaffected by them. She did however reach forward and pull Luisa’s top completely off, tossing it aside and leaving her kneeling on the floor. Luisa looked up at her assailant, her pretty, brown eyes begging for mercy as her reddened face frowned and her arms hung limply at ehr sides. Her breasts were also crimson-red and swollen, Luisa raising her hands to cover them. As she did however, Bertha stepped closer, lifting one of her legs and stepping across Luisa’s shoulder. She then did the same with the other, trapping Luisa’s head between her meaty thighs. Squeezing them tightly together, Bertha then pushed her weight forward, causing Luisa to topple backward and land flat against the floor, her head now squished in Bertha’s crotch.

Lying on the floor, Luisa’s body trembled as Bertha sat atop her throat. But the kinky older woman then began to slide her hips forward, whisking her crotch back and forth over Luisa’s face. Developing a rhythm, Bertha began to simulate sex as she ground her groin down onto Luisa’s face, rubbing her most private body part back and forth over Luisa’s kisser. Thoroughly enjoying the sensation, Bertha dipped her head backward as she writhed her hips, Luisa’s gurgled, intermittent cries intermingling with Bertha’s lustful moaning.

Luisa’s body, which had been squirming to this point, fell limp as her brain seemed to shut off. Bertha continued however, but before reaching climax, stopped her grinding and instead propped herself up into a kneeling position, her crotch perched perilously over Luisa’s face. She then gradually dropped it downward until her latex covered butt covered Luisa’s face and sat atop it.

Alberto looked on in amazement, unable to avoid his arousal at the sight of Luisa's entire face being swallowed up into Bertha's ass. Luisa’s body quivered slightly for another minute or so, but then completely fell limp, finally unconscious from the degrading suffocation. Glancing down to see if there was any movement, Bertha then sat upright, satisfied that her job was done. She lifted herself off of Luisa and strolled over to Alberto, her loins red and wet.

“So, did that make you horny?” she purred in her deep, raspy voice.

Alberto just stared, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another two 50-dollar bills before handing them to Bertha. But as she stood there, Alberto’s greed took over and he immediately told Bertha to get her stuff together as he ran into the bathroom, grabbing Luisa’s bag. Bertha watched as she slipped her clothes back on, not bothering to remove her costume and instead pulling her clothes on directly over it.

Meanwhile Alberto had begun to rifle through Luisa's bag, pulling out her string of pearls and smiling before sticking them back inside. He then grabbed her wallet, finding both cash and credit cards as he smiled before stuffing them back into the bag as well. He took everything she had left in the bathroom, leaving Luisa with only the bottom of her coutift, and the top which was thrown aside. By this time Bertha was dressed and stood at the door, realizing what Alberto was doing.

“If you’re gonna rip her off, then it’s gonna cost you to keep me quiet!”, Bertha informed him, blocking the door.

“Grab her top from the floor there. I don’t want her gettting out of here too easily.” Alberto ordered.

Bertha hesitated, instead addressing him.

“What’s in it for me?” she asked.

Alberto walked over and stood in front of her, a devious smile on his face.

“Well first of all, that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. You are obviosuly experienced, so I’ll give you 250 bucks to come and sleep with me as soon as we get out of here. Next, I’ll give you another $500 to keep your mouth shut. And after we're done, neither you or Luisa will ever see me again. Is it a deal?”

Bertha looked at him, and without missing a beat, stuck out her hand, waiting for the money. Alberto smiled before slapping 15, 50-dollar-bills down into it. Bertha stared at the money and after it was all there, rolled it up and stuffed it into her top.

“You just bought yourself the best sex you’ll ever have!” she exclaimed before grabbing Luisa’s top and stuffing it into her bag while lighting a cigarette. They then walked out of the room, locking the door behind them as Luisa was left unconscious on the seedy, hotel room floor with nothing more than the the bottom of the outfit she was wearing as the two scoundrels drove off into the night to culminate their dirty deed.

THE END

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