Repost: The Princess and the Maid

Chapter 1: The Hotel Maid
Francesca entered the employees entrance of Milano’s top Grand-Hotel. As usual many eyes of by-passers were following her full, swaying ass as she walked past. Francesca - Fran to her friends - was quite used to it.
She was an extremely beautiful women of 27 years. Long light-brown locks cascaded down her back, her flawless skin was the color of caramel and her gorgeous face was crowned by lush, full lips and unusual green-rimmed grey eyes.
Fran was very proud of her job as nighttime concierge-assistant for the penthouse-suites of the number one house in the Italian fashion capitol Milano.
Tonight only the most expensive suite was booked, and only by a single person- it should be an easy night.


Fran had taken the lift to the top floor and had entered her little office and service room. She stood in her black underwear in front of the full-length mirror.
She liked what she saw in her reflection, her hourglass shape with full, heavy breast, a slim waste, a perfect flat belly with deep round navel, long shapely legs and a round bubble ass.
She was pondering her options of concierge uniforms for tonight. The choice was important to maximize the tip by the guests. The uniform was in any way a classic conservative black skirt, black blouse, white apron, black pantyhose combo. But Fran hat two sets of this ready. With couples and families it was usually easy, wear the hotel-approved very conservative one.
For male guests she had a special, tailor-made version. The skirt was not going over the knees but ending just enough above them to let the man guess how sexy her thighs must be, it was very tight as well to emphasize her perfect ass. The blouse was also very form fitting and a view open buttons gave a discreet view of her big round tits.


Today her guest was the heiress of a German noble house and she would stay one night to see an underground fashion show by an upstart designer.
Fran had googled her, of course. Prinzessin Floria Barbara Katharine von Rotberg, Baronin von Hochstadt. She was filthy rich with family money, 24 years old and a striking red-haired, pale-skinned, blue-eyed beauty.
Usually with younger women, it was counter-productive for the tip to show off your assets because it may induce jealousy. But that princess had a killer-body, showcased by some paparazzi bikini pics from Saint Tropez and the Bahamas that showed her full breast and her incredibly flat sexy midriff. Fran had found some candid pics of the then 18 year old princess kissing a blond girl on a yacht and a video of her dancing a very sexy bachata with a famous black model. So the special uniform could be the right choice.
But Fran had to be careful because the von Rotberg family had just bought a big share of the hotel chain and the manager was extremely nervous about the first visit of a family member to their house. Everything had to be perfect.
Francesca decided on instinct and chose the sexy version anyway.


Chapter 2: The Princess arrives
Fran was waiting with the manager in front of the hotel. Her boss was nervous as hell, whipping up and down on his feet, biting his lip.
Finally the big limousine arrived and the page boy opened the door. The princess dismounted gracefully, showing a lot of her long sexy legs in the process. She was wearing a very short but classic woolen chanel skirt and a tight white blouse. Her red hair was sparkling like copper in the late afternoon sun. She gave a bright warm smile to them. While the manager started blabbering, the princess’ incredible blue eyes traveled slowly up Fran’s body. Fran could almost feel the prying gaze tickle on her skin.
Their eyes met. Fran felt a cold shudder going down her back, the smile this women was giving her was almost wolflike, predatory. The moment past and Lady Floria turned her eyes away to answer a question by the manager.
On the elevator ride up, the manager was still talking, the princess was standing much to close beside Fran and she even hooked her arm under Fran’s as the door opened and guided her out of the elevator. Then she turned both of them around to stop the manager from leaving after them.
„Thank you, good bye“ she declared and pressed the „close“ button while smiling at the baffled manager.
Fran could suddenly feel a hand slamming against her ass, fingers were grouping into the soft flesh. She stood still as a statue while the elevator door was slowly closing. She was smiling at the manager, as was Floria until the doors finally had closed completely.


Fran wriggled out of the heiresses grip.
„Your grace, our house does not permit any physical contact between guests and staff“ she declared.
Floria smiled that wolfish smile again.
„Oh, come on, I had to feel those cheeks, you can touch mine as well, if you like“ she turned halfway around and stuck her spectacular ass out.
„Uhm, that is very kind, your grace but I must decline“
„Pity!“ Princess Floria said matter-of-fact-ly „Don’t you wonder if they are as tight as yours?“
Fran was taken back, in fact she had secretly compared asses. Quickly she changed the subject.
„May I show the suite to your grace? If you would like to follow me“ She marched towards the big double doors, fully aware that the princesses eyes were glued to her butt cheeks all the way.


The tour of the suite went reasonably well, even though Lady Floria kept her eyes fixed on Fran’s body ignoring all the assets of the high class suite.
When Fran tried to take her leave the princess ordered her to fill two glasses of champagne.
„Very kind of you, your grace but I am not allowed to drink on duty.“
„Oh come on, don’t be a spoilsport, no one will know“ the Lady purred and slowly walked up to Fran with a big-eyed, childlike look on her face „just for me, pretty please“
„ I am sorry, it is against the rules, your grace“
Suddenly Floria was much to close to Fran „Fuck the rules, you know my family owns this place. Drink with me.“
She almost touched her nose to the maid’s and purred „We two can have sooo much fun, just loosen up a bit, sweetie“
Floria suddenly had one finger at the topmost button of Fran’s blouse, her other hand was lightly touching Fran’s ass.
Fran wriggled away „I am sorry, your grace, this house has strict rules, you are not allowed to touch me in any way“
Princess Floria’s eyes went steel-cold. She suddenly grabbed one of the champagne glasses and threw it against the wall.
„Very well, Peasant!“ she spat „ clean up that mess, that IS your duty, isn’t it, GIRL!“
Fran had to take a deep breath and fight down tears. Then she handed Floria the remaining glass of champagne and gathered dustpan and brush to collect the splinters. The princess was watching her amused as she crawled across the floor. Then the lady dismissed her.
Fran stormed into her office and let out a scream of rage. It was only seconds before the bell rang. Not once as would be usual but it kept ringing as Floria kept her finger pressed on one of the calling buttons.


The next hours were pure hell. The lady was firing demand after demand. The bell never stopped. Fran somehow managed to serve every ridiculous demand and solve all the complains. First the champagne was to cold, then it was to warm, the caviar was to salty and the chocolates to sweet.
Fran got the impression that the heiress was impressed and at the same time very frustrated that Fran kept her professional cool. But inside Fran was boiling, each and every time that bell started ringing she was ready to punch that bitch in the face but every single time she calmed herself down and managed to stay professional.


Chapter 3: Dressing drama
Again the bell rang and Francesca had to take some deep breaths before she walked into the suite. She found the princess in front of the mirror in only her Chanel skirt and her pink bra. Fran could not help it but let her eyes travel over the spectacular body of the rich girl. Her belly was flat as a board with a deep round navel and her tits in the intricate pink bra were large and full.Her legs were perfectly shaped, not too thin but smooth and long, her ass stood out full and proud under the checkered wool, Fran wondered how her own ass would look in that luxury skirt while her eyes were glued to the slowly wriggling ass-checks. She was not even notething that Floria was doing a show of slightly swaying her hips and highlighting her ass.


When Fran’s eyes finally met with the lady’s she was shocked. The expression was different, more humble, almost pleading.
„I need your help“ Floria said softly.
„Yes, your grace“ Fran answered carefully, was this a new trick? A new game by the entitled woman to get her into bed?
„Look at my dress“ Floria held a very short black dress up for Fran’s inspection.
„It is strapless, I did not pack a bra to go with it“ Floria explained „but I know, because I have stared into your cleavage a lot, that you…“ she pointed her finger at Fran and slowly walked towards her „…are wearing a nice halter-less black bra. I need you to exchange bras with me. Please“
„WHAT“ Fran was flabbergasted „no way. No!“
Floria stood again much too close to the concierge „Your job is it to help me solve every problem I may have. This IS a problem! Pretty please. And we can swap, you get my Dolce&Gabana special edition in exchange, it is worth one of your monthly salaries“
„I could get you a car to go to the next store“
„No time, I am already late for the show“
„It will be much to big for you“
Floria’s blue eyes narrowed „It will be much to small, MAID! But I will cope“
For a moment they stared into each others eyes, not heiress and concierge for some second but just two women deeply disliking each other.
„Think about who owns this place, Servant girl“ Floria growled finally „ give me that fucking bra!“
„Fine“ Fran spat, she turned around and fumbled her black bra out of her blouse and handed it over.
Floria smiled her wolfish smile again and made a show of removing her pink bra. She grinned as she noticed Fran’s eyes wandering down to her perfect thick nipples.
Both held their breath while Floria put on the black bra. To both women’s annoyance, it fitted perfectly.
The princess let her pink bra dangle in front of Fran’s face.
„No, thank you, your grace“ she answered coldly.
„Come on, it is expensive, see it as a tip“
„Thank you, I don’t need it“
„You know it will be too big for you, maid“ Floria hissed.
Fran grabbed the bra, turned around and opened her black blouse. She could not manage to put it on without completely removing the blouse. She heard the princess chuckle as she did it, Fran knew that Floria’s eyes were glued to her back. She quickly put on the pink bra. It fitted perfectly and was still warm from Floria’s spectacular tits.
Fran turned around and faced the princess. Steel blue eyes met greenish-grey ones as they stood in front of each other, almost nose to nose, arms akimbo, black and pink bra almost touching.
Floria made a tiny move with her head to lean in for a kiss.
Fran stepped back and lowered her gaze as was the custom in her job.
Floria hissed in anger, her steel-blue eyes hardened „Help me out of that skirt“ she ordered and turned around wriggling her ass.
Fran reluctantly opened the zipper on the back of it.
„Pull it down, servant“ Floria said coldly.
Fran reached for the hem of the skirt while trying to avoid touching skin but as she pushed it down, Floria grabbed Fran’s hands, pulled them between the front of her legs, and slammed them against her silken pink panties.
„Feel the wet spot? I masturbated about you“ Floria purred while her red mane tickled Fran’s face.
Fran freed her hands quickly and stepped back, Floria turned around and stepped up right into Fran’s personal space. Fran was so furious that she even raised her hand ready to strike the hotel-guest. Floria suddenly laughed hysterically.
„Do it, BITCH! Let’s do it“ she spat into Fran’s face „Fight me! MAID!“
But Fran stepped back and lowered her hand.


Floria glared at her with fire in her eyes. Fran thought that, for a moment, the princess was about to attack, but Floria then turned around again. Looking over her shoulder, with her red mane flowing down her pale skin, the princess slowly and seductively removed her pink panties, bending down extra deep to jug out her ass. She placed her panties on the bed, on top of her chanel skirt and slipped into a tiny black string tanga.
Keeping her eyes on Fran she stepped into her black dress. Holding her coppery locks aside she nicely asked Fran to please close the zipper.
Fran sighed and stepped up, pulling the zipper up. The smooth alabaster skin disappeared behind black silk. Floria flicked her hair and as the huge mane flowed into place some strands tickled Fran’s face and the flowery smell of that hair filled Fran’s nostrils .
Floria turned around and smiled wickedly „See you after the show, servant girl“ she said in her sweetest voice. She deliberately brushed against Fran while
walking past. Then she gave her a hard pinch on the ass, which Francesca had totally expected, the concierge did not even flinch and stood proud like a statue while the princess sniggered. Fran kept her posture while she heard the high heels clicking in the hallway and then the opening and closing of the elevator doors.


Chapter 4: Alone in the suite
She slowly turned around to make sure the heiress had really left.
„BIIIIIITCHH!!“ she screamed releasing her anger „STUPID! ENTITLED! BIIIITCH!!!“
Oh, how she would love to scream it into the beautiful face, how she longed to burry her finger in those red locks and pull until these steel-blue eyes would be red with tears.
Fran took a deep breath. She had to focus and her job would it be too tidy up the messy suite. She grabbed the champagne bottle and took a deep gulp, it was unprofessional, yes. But she needed it badly. She took another gulp, the open bottle would go to waste anyway. As she looked around, trying to make a plan were to start cleaning up, her eyes suddenly fell on the chanel skit.


Fran slowly brushed her fingertips over the soft wool. Her heart was beating fast. How would it look on herself, would her own proud ass look as spectacular with this expensive skirt as Floria’s? Slowly she picked it up. She stepped in front of the mirror and removed her own black skirt and slowly pulled the chanel skirt up her legs. She was shivering from excitement as she pulled it in place and felt it cling to her but-cheeks. She looked at the mirror.The visual was breathtaking. Her ass had never looked that good before. Slowly, while staring into the reflection of her own greenish eyes, she untied her conservative bun and freed her spectacular brown locks. She smiled at her own refection and unbuttoned her blouse. She gasped. Already Fran had forgotten, that she wore the sinfully expensive, pink Dolce&Gabana limited edition brassiere. Her tits looked spectacular in it and the ridiculous pink actually complemented her caramel skin.
Gradually her eyes traveled over to the bed, there was the matching string tanga. The one with the little wet stain by the princess. Slowly Francesca walked over. With trembling fingers she picked it up and stared at it for some moments.
Then her face became stern as she made a decision. Quickly she removed the skirt and her own black panties and pulled up the pink Dolce&Gabana string tanga. She stoped right before it was all in place, took a deep breath and pulled the soft silk against her crotch. She shivered from excitement as she sensed the wet spot right across her labias. A wave of pleasure crawled trough her body and she let herself fall backwards onto the large bed, her luxurious brown locks spreading out like a blanket over the silk sheets. Her fingers slowly touched the wet spot, her whole body reacted with goosebumps as the other woman’s wetness was pressed against her clit. Fran made some slow, deliberate rubs with her index finger, caressing her large clit through the pink silk.
In her mind an image formed of herself atop the princess, holding the bitch down, keeping the struggling and wriggling body down on the bed with her own body, caramel skin on top of alabaster skin, legs against legs, belly to belly. Her tits crushing down on the pale once. Fear in the princess’ eyes. It was all it took to release the build-up tension into a strong, screaming orgasm. Her body rocked up and down with pleasure. In the mirror she could see her bubble ass slightly up in the air and her belly muscles moving under the lamp-light. She closed her eyes and laying still, panting.
Fran rested for some minutes on the luxury bed until the realization what she had done hit her. Embraced she stood up and removed the tanga - now with a bigger wet spot. Quickly she re-dressed, ordered her hair back into it’s bun and cleaned and tidied up the suite.
Carefully she placed the skirt and the tanga on top of the re-done sheets and quickly left the room.
In her office she finished off the bottle of champagne, while pondering her unprofessional, embracing behavior.


Chapter 5: The Baroness is back
Ping! The sound of the elevator marked the return of Princess Floria Barbara Katharine von Rotberg, Baroness von Hochstadt. Francesca stood ready at the side of the hallway. She sighed and prepared herself. The doors opened and Floria staggered out, half drunk. Her already tiny black dress was riding so high on her thighs, that her long elegant legs where in full view all the way up. Her incredible mane of red locks was disheveled, somehow that that even augmented her beauty. In her hand the heiress carelessly held a ludicrously expensive bottle of Dom Perignon. She smiled her wolfish smile, took a deep gulp out of the bottle and slowly swaggered towards the concierge. Fran held her eyes carefully straight at the opposite wall.
Floria bumped into Fran on purpose. Francesca could almost feel the German’s nose at her cheek and she could sense the predatory smile of the rich girl.
„Welcome back, your Grace“ she greeted her as neutral as she could muster. It was hard to keep her hatred out of her voice. It was almost as hard, not to let slip how her body reacted to this spectacular hot body pressing into her own. Fran was beyond mad at herself for this, but she could not deny the jolts of arousal all her senses send to her brain.
„Missed me?“ Floria whispered into her ear. Fran did not answer. The baroness barked a humorless laugh.
Suddenly the baroness’ hot wet tongue traced over Fran’s cheek. All her instincts screamed to slap that bitch but Fran simply glided a few steps aside and intoned coldly „Your Grace, I have to remind you about the strict rules in this house.“
Floria stepped in front of Fran and tried everything to get eye contact. Fran kept staring into the wall.
„FUCK YOU!“ The redhead screamed then she added in cold hard hiss „peasant!“
Fran was shaking inside but showed no reaction. She even managed not to flinch as Floria splashed champagne into her face. The princess nodded in respect at that display of self-control.
„At least you know your station, servant girl“ she sniggered.
Suddenly the redheaded heiress turned around, red locks were flying into Fran’s face as Floria pressed her back against Fran’s front. The full round ass in the tight black dress was rubbing against the white apron of the concierge. Floria turned her head to lock at Fran and purred: „You need to open my zipper now“. Fran wriggled herself away but obediently opened the zipper, while Floria held up her red mane. The pearly white skin off Floria’ back became visible as the dress was opened.
The Baroness pressed the half-empty bottle of Dom Perigion into Fran’s hand. Then she slowly, with swaying hips walked towards her suit and with a last dirty look at the concierge stepped inside.
Fran sighed and started counting, It only took 4 seconds before Floria was pressing the call button. Fran took a deep drink out of the bottle, then she put it down, arranged her uniform, took a deep breath and entered the suite.


Floria stood in front of the bed in her tiny black tanga and Fran’s black bra. The light shimmered on the sexy alabaster skin, the long legs, the bubble ass and the smooth back.
„Pick that up“ the Heiress gestured towards the expensive cocktail-dress carelessly left on the floor „ and open me bottle of champagne, servant-girl“
„Yes, your grace“ Fran answered and went to work.
„How did it fit?“ Floria asked suddenly
Fran turned red immediately, Floria turned around and caught it
„Did the skirt complement your butt as well as it did mine?“ she asked. Fran gave no answer
„I doubt it“ Floria hissed „nothing beats MY ass! Want to try and compare“ She teased.
Fran kept silent and opened the champagne and filled a glass.
Floria took it while brushing her fingers over Fran’s
„I am quite sure the wet spot in my pink tanga is bigger than before!“ she whispered into Fran’s ear
Fran tried really hard not to blush and kept her neutral face.
„Got ya“ Floria sniggered and brushed her lips against Fran’s ear
„You may leave, maid.“ Fran said coldly „Unless you like to join me taking a shower“ she added seductively.
„I will see you later, your Grace“ Fran stated and quickly left the room. Floria laughed her cold hard laugh again.


Chapter 6: Confrontation in the Bathroom
It took actually some minutes until the bell rang again. Fran calmed herself down and entered the suite.
„In here“ a voice rang out of the bathroom.
Fran sighed, left her shoes in front of the bathroom door, not to stain the marble and walked inside in her stockings.
The bath was large and luxurious, the well heated walls and floor covered in marble tiles. At the end a large alcove held the walk-in shower, separated by a thick glass wall with a wide opening but no door.
The princess stood in the middle of the bathroom, stark naked, her red hair had turned dark from the wetness and her pale skin was covered in vast amounts of foam that was clinging to her hourglass form and tripping down her full round breasts.
„Ah, servant girl“ Floria smiled „I need someone to foam up my back…and my butt“
„I am sorry, that is not in the scope of our service, your grace“ Fran answered harsher than she had intended, letting some of her annoyance slip in.
For a moment the two beautiful woman just looked at each other in silence. Then Floria took a handful of foam right from her crotch and tossed it into the concierges face.
The warm foam hit Fran right across the mouth. Her Italian temper could not be kept under control any longer.
„You stupid bitch“ she whispered while whipping the foam away slowly „sei una fottuta PUTANA!!“ she screamed and walked up to the German woman.
Fran’s face was a mask of rage, she got right in the face of the other woman. Her greenish-grey eyes burned into the steel-blue eyes of Floria . Fran spat a ball of foamy spit right at the heiress’ face. It hit the noble girl on the upper lips.
Floria smiled and licked the ball of spit with her lip. Fran stared disgusted at the princess.
„Tu TROIA!“ Fran screamed „IDIOTA! STUPID! RICH! CUNT!“ Floria simply stared into Fran’s eyes and kept perfectly calm.
„IDIOTA! What do you want you entitled brat. Do you really think that, after all you pulled me through, I will sleep with you? BITCH! I HATE YOU! Do you really think after this day I will make love to you with butterflies and daisies? YOU BITCH!“
Floria burst into laughter. She stepped a bit back and turned to the side, holding her belly with laughter. It was her first genuine and honest laugh of the day.


Fran stood there with clenched fists, her chest heaving, her eyes sparking fire.
Floria slowly stopped laughing and her face turned deadly serious. Her gaze looked to Fran’s as she slowly started to speak:
„Dumme! Kuh! You stupid, stupid cow. You really think I am still looking to make LOOOOVE to you? YOU DENIED ME!“
Floria stepped up to Fran until they were nose to nose and stared right into each others eyes, unblinking.
„No one denies me. I GET! WHAT! I WANT! Ether by money, my family influence or by my beauty! I GET MY WAY, BITCH! No one turns me down. But you stupid pretty peasant girl, YOU denied ME!“
Both stared wild eyed at each other as Floria continued:
„When I made my move on you, we could have had the time of our lives, bitch! With butterflies, daisies, sugar and cream and a cherry on top. But you started this our house does not permit BULLSHIT!
FUCK YOU! You think you hate me. Your hate is NOTHING! Nothing, to the hate I feel for you. You little, insolent maid!“
Floria pressed her naked wet body right against Fran’s uniform, Fran did not move an inch. Both were shaking with rage.
„I don’t want to make LOOOOVE to you. BITCH!
I want to burry my hands in your ridiculously sexy locks and RIP AT THEM. Rip until you cry, GIRL!
I want to bend your whimsy nipples with mine. BEND THEM until you SCREAM!
I want to ram my tongue so deep into your mouth that you gag.
I want to press my body down on yours, control you, feel you wriggle under me, feel your panic, feel your lust.
Floria now yelled every word right into the mouth of Fran:
I WANT TO RIDE YOU LIKE A PONY!
I wan to MAKE YOU CUM! SCREAMING!
I want you to beg me to STOP! and NEVER TO STOP!
AT! THE! SAME! TIME!
I don’t want to fuck with you. I want to FUCK AGAINST YOU!
I don’t want to make LOOOOOOVE to you.
I WANT TO MAKE WAAR TO YOU! SCHLAMPE!!“


Both girls stood still, hands balled into fists, eyes burning into each other. Each was panting heavily and audibly.
Very, very slowly Fran inched back, separating her wet uniform from the naked skin. With a dance-like move she stepped back and reached for the topmost button of her blouse and opened it. On Floria’s face the predatory grin returned as she watched the beautiful Italian concierge slowly removed her blouse and revealed her perfect upper body. Next Fran pulled down her stockings, then slowly her black skirt. She pilled all her cloth in a corner of the bathroom. Next she removed her black panties under the white apron.
She freed her lustrous brown locks from its conservative bun and shock them loose.
Next came the expensive pink bra. Her tits jingled a bit as they were set free. Floria actually licked her lips as she stared at the perfectly formed caramel colored boobs with the small dark aureoles and the long thick nipples.


Chapter 7: The Shower battle
Fran stepped closer to the heiress before lastly removing the white apron and revealing her clean-shaven pussy. Floria stood opposite her, legs spread slightly, arms akimbo and awaited the Italian girl. Fran slowly and seductively stepped up to her enemy until they were face to face again, her nipples stabbed into the German’s titflesh and at the same moment she felt the long pink nipples of her enemy dig into her own breasts.
Both women were staring down at their equally sized and shaped tits. Each tried to find arguments for her own pair to be better but they looked exactly the same, expect for the differences in skin color. Francesca’s orbs were caramel colored with dark, almost violet nipples and aureoles, while Floria’s were milky white with bright pink nipples.
„Nice tits“ Fran hissed „they almost look real, must have been expensive“
„BITCH“ Floria spat „they ARE real, no surgeon ever touched my body. How many monthly salaries went into your fake boobs, servant girl?“
„YOU SLUT. My boobs are completely natural.“
„Liar“
„YOU’RE THE LIAR; BITCH!“
„YOU ARE LYING, ENTITLED BRAT!“
„Let’s see“ Floria hissed, she stepped back and clawed both hands into the tits of the Italian. Fran screamed but acted instantly and buried her fingers nails-first in the Germans orbs.
Both screamed in pain while each tried to dig their fingers as deep as possible to feel for silicon implants. They started to circle around the room while trying to escape the punishment and at the same time claw and tug as much as possible at the enemies breasts.
Both faces were masks of rage and pain, tears streamed down their cheeks as they danced around each other and trough the bathroom until they hit the glass wall of the shower sideways. Both released the others boobs at the impact. Leaning at the shower booth both were catching their breath while staring daggers at each other. Neither had found any signs of fake-ness in the others breasts but neither was willing to admit it out loud.
Fran raised her hands to attack again, but Floria smoothly stepped back and into the huge shower cubicle. There she grabbed her shower gel and smiling her wolfish grin poured half the bottle over her upper body, covering herself in a layer of blue goo.
She tossed the bottle to Fran and stepped back to the far wall of the cubicle.
Fran hesitated for a moment, she wanted to claw and fight her enemy not play her games, but she was curious what was behind that and after all she had more or less agreed to a kind of sex war and she could not deny to herself how attracted she was to the perfect body of the heiress.
She sprayed the content of the bottle over her tits and her flat belly and tossed the empty bottle aside, then she stepped insde the cubicle.
Floria switched on the high tech shower in the „tropical mist“ setting. Tiny drops of warm, scented water sprayed out of the ceiling and covered their bodies and their hair in tiny drops. The shower gel started to foam up.


the two women slowly walked towards each other, hands outstretched, ready to jump at any opportunity. Eyes locked, each was searching for a weakness or a sign to attack. Their outstretched hands met and the fingers of both hand interlocked, fingernails dug into the backs of each hand. Every muscle in their bodies tensed as they entered into a test of strength and willpower, tugging and pushing at each other with joined hands pressed palm to palm and with their bodies covered in a thick layer of foam.
For minutes they pushed and shoved but neither body seemed to be stronger, their snarling faces showed more and more frustration beneath the rage. Suddenly both moved their arms outwards at the same time and their naked bodies collided with a loud smack and a spray of foam. Nose to nose they hissed and snarled at each other while they tried to overpower the opponent, pushing skin to skin.
Both bend their upper bodies back and slammed their meaty tits into each other, foam was flying as the boobs collided hard. Fran and Floria gasped on the impact, but immediately they repeated the move. Two sets of boobs separated jiggling and bouncing just to be slammed back into each other. Again and again they attacked until their tits burned from the impact.
Finally they gave it up and pressed their tits right into each other, arms shot around the rivals back in a mutual double-bearhug which mushed their breast deeply together. Both pushed with all their strength. Both were grunting and gasping from the pressure and pain, but neither could get an advantage out of this game.
Fran got more and more frustrated and at the same time more and more aroused by the intimate duel. The soft skin of her opponent against her own, the slipperiness of the foam, the feeling of breast-flesh mashing against each other and the sexiness of the long legs sliding against her thighs were sending unwanted signals of lust all through her mind. Fran was as much angry at herself for feeling that way as she was with the Baroness who had put her in that position. She decided to change the game and suddenly released the pressure and stepped aside. Floria nearly fell but caught herself at the last moment. Enraged she whirled around ready to jump back into the struggle but Fran stopped her with a gesture.


„Seems we are equally strong. What was that about breaking my nipples? Afraid to try yours against mine?“
„I am not afraid of any part of your body, little wimp!“
„Than come on, give me your little nipples…Floria“
The princess snarled at the insolence of Fran using her first name „I will break them, bitch“ she hissed and stepped up until their hard, proud nipples were millimeters away from each other.
With their hands at the underside of their boobs they guided their erected shafts until the tips where about to touch. With a last stare into each others eyes they brought them together. Both women whimpered from the highly erotic impact. Slowly they pushed, each staring down on the dueling shafts, each girl waiting for the others nipples to bend. But neither the pink, nor the dark nipple was bending, instead all four shafts were pushed back inside their aureoles and into the titflesh until the nipples were swallowed by the engulfing flesh and the duel became invisible between their breast.
The sensation was slightly painful and very arousing at the same time. Both women pushed their tits together as hard as possible until both were packed so hard, that almost all of their tit skin was in direct contact with each other and the nipples reappeared still proud and unbend. Fran and Flora clenched their teeth and tried to endure the growing pain as long as possible until they pushed each other away with a yelp. Panting they let their nipples soak in the misty shower until the pain had lessened.
Then they brought their wet tits back together and placed their long shafts side by side to see which were longer. Their nipple-tips touched the opposite aureole at the same time. Frustrated they pressed them against each other sideways, full length. Both nipples had to bend but they did it mutually until they smoothly moved past each other and stood proud like before. Fran and Floria grunted in disbelieve.
The pair interlocked their hands again, pressed their lower bodies together and locked their gazes to each other. Their nipples started a fight of stabbing and fencing like to minuscule, highly sensitive swords. Again and again they flicked their rods at each other, but neither managed to dominate.


This time it was Floria who stopped the stalemate by sinking her claws into the enemies wet brown hair.
Fran screamed as her head was yanked back and quickly she buried her own claws in the think red locks of the German.
A fierce hairpulling match started with both fighters dancing around the cubicle tightly locked body to body with their thighs mutually trapping each other. Canceling out each others attacks and movements they bounced around the shower cubicle. Their gorgeous bodies pressed into each other. Drops of water and patches of foam glistering on the two contrasting skin-tones while their wet hair had almost turned the same color.
Again neither managed to dominate or overpower the opponent.
Suddenly, somehow, their long nipples did bend around each other like a knot. It was highly arousing and very painful at the same time. Snarling they pressed their tits deeply together, sealing the knotted nipples inside the bulging breast-flesh. Now they stood frozen like statues, legs intertwined, heads bend backwards by the brutal tug at their manes. Now it was a duel of endurance, who could longer bear the sharp pain in their scalps and the throbbing ache and pleasure in their entangled nipples.


Floria slowly gained the upper hand and pressed Fran backwards inch by inch, until the Italian felt her back meet the glass, a perilous position. Fran’s foam covered butt-cheeks were flattened against the glass. Floria used her advantage well, as she ripped even harder at Fran’s locks while ramming her thigh deep between Fran’s shanks, right up to her pussy. A wave of pleasure shot through Fran as the invading thigh opened her labias forcefully. Fran could not help but squeal from the sudden joy. Floria grinned at her. Fran instinctively used that second of gloating from the princess to counter. She pressed her mouth hard against the grinning lips of the German. Floria’s eyes widened in shock, it was all Fran had needed to push herself off the glass, spin around and reverse their positions. Now she could hump her leg into her enemies pussy. She kept her lips pressed against their full pink counterparts. Neither girl lessened the hairpulling.


Suddenly Fran could feel something warm and wet slither between her lips. Floria’s tongue was invading her slightly open mouth. Fran slightly panicked and flicked her tongue up to met the invader. In the moment their tongues smacked together Floria ached her back and pushed both of them sideways. Fran managed to make them overturn a bit and avoided being trapped with her back against the glass. Their tongues battled fiercely, wrapping around each other like fighting snakes.
Both girls were whimpering from the overload of sensual pain as their nipples were still tightly wrapped their scalps on fire from the constant hairpulling, their pussies stimulated by soft thigh-skin and the overwhelming sensation of tongue versus tongue and the taste of their enemy.
Fran tried to push Floria sideways to the glass, the German resisted and tried to counter. The duo spun around itself two times when suddenly the end of the glass wall was reached. Side by side they fell out of the shower and crashed down onto the marble floor of the bathroom.


Chapter 8: A Climax on the bathroom floor
The entangled pair got the air knocked out of their lungs as they hit the floor. All their different duels ended at once, and the angry women scrambled out of their tight embrace. Both immediately started kicking and thrash at each other, as if to compensate the highly sexual fighting they had engaged in just seconds ago. Now each tried to hurt the opponent with wild swings and angry kicks.


Somehow during their scuffle they ended up in a kind of 69 position, with each head somewhere in the vicinity of the others knees.
Francesca was frantically trying to fence off Floria’s legs, which were trying to capture her in a headlock, while she was trying to do the same to the princess. All of a sudden she felt soft flesh against her swollen vulva and something small and stiff was pressed between her pussy-lips. She realized that Floria was attacking her innermost sanctum with her breast. Quickly she slammed one of her own amble tits hard against Floria’s pink, swollen pussy. She could feel her enemy shudder under the impact and she felt a jolt of arousal when her sensitive nipple squeezed into the hot wet vulvas of her hated enemy.
Both invading nipples were searching for the clit and found more or less at the same time. Both fighters moaned out loud as their erected hungry clit was met by a tiny rod and at the same time their overstimulated nipple met a tiny, wet, hard rod head to head.


Fran could feel the orgasmic energy building up inside, she knew she could not take it any longer, her mind already started to blank. Her Body started to shake. She had to do something, now. She stemmed her feet at the ground and pushed herself out of the tangle, her nipple and Floria’s nipple blobbed out of the respective pussy.
Floria screamed in anger and immediately caught Fran around he waist with her strong, long legs.
„YOU FUCKING COWARD!“
Fran did not answer but clamped her own thighs around the Germans thin waist. Then she smashed her fingers into Floria’s pussy, that was spread wide open by the leg-lock and dangled just above Fran’s navel.
Floria screamed in shock but instantly set her own fingers to work in Fran’s wet pussy.


The girls were rolling around the bathroom now, each gaining the top position for some seconds before the lower women rolled the again. They were fiercely fingering each other, two fingers deep in the rivals pussy while index-finger and thumb were fondling and rubbing the enemies erect clit.
Both fighters were shaking with building pleasure. The lust was unbearable and both kept going by sheer willpower and pride.
Suddenly, while laying on their sides, Fran could feel how her hard clit was bend outwards, her eyes widened as it was pushed into a small cavity. She realized what was going on and frantically did the same. Her finger worked the long hard clit of Floria out between the pussy lips and pressed it into Fran’s deep navel. She fixed int in place with her fingertip and both girls were suddenly navel-fucking each other with their overwrought clitoris’.
After 2 clit strokes both were whimpering. After 4 they were crying with burning lust, but managed to keep their orgasm in check.
After 6 strokes of their overwrought clits into the sexy hostile belly-button, Fran could feel a shudder going through her enemy, Floria was starting to loose control. Desperately Fran tried to keep her own climax down. But to no avail. The lust was too powerful to contain and maybe a second after Floria, Fran started to cum as well. Both of them were jelling and screaming, trashing and kicking as their bodies spasmed and pumped cum-juice into the other women’s belly button. Finally the orgasms ended and the fighters separated. Exhausted they lay on the warm floor, side by side until they were able to speak again.


Chapter 9: The final battle
„You did cum first“ Fran panted.
„By a mili-second. You did cum right with me, bitch. A draw“ Flora spat back „Nothing is decided by this“
Fran thought about it. „You know what, Slut. You are right. I am not satisfied by this tiny victory. I want to see you CRY“
Floria sat up „I make you beg and whimper, BITCH. Only than it will be over“
Fran sat up too and got right into Floria’s face „Round two, until you beg me to stop.


Floria stood up and grabbed two towels, she threw one to Francesca.
„Towel off, bitch. I want you dry and crisp and fuck you down on the bed.“
Fran obliged „Yes, …your grace“ she said mockingly.


They even used the hair dryer. Standing side by side, wrapped in their towels they dryed their hair together while staring daggers at each others reflectionin the mirror. They blew the hot air through their mingled locks until the original hair-colors re-appeared and a sexy mess of tangled golden-brown and coppery-red locks was flowing in the hot stream of air.


After they had finished they faced each other and removed the towels. Both could not help it but pose, each showing their sexiest side to the rival. Neither of them could deny how much they lusted for their enemies body as their eyes were drinking in every curve of the others hot body.
Finally their gazes met again cold, hard and hateful. Slowly they marched towards each other until their tits touched. They aligned their nipples and pressed them together tip to tip. Next their belly-buttons met as their flat stomachs came together. Their long smooth thighs touched.
At last their snarling faces came close enough for Fran to feel the breath of her enemy on her own lips, close enough for her vision to be filled only with the cold, steel-blue eyes of princess Floria.
Their snarling lips grazed each other, trembling and hungry.
„Miststück!“
„Stonza!“
They spat the words right into the others mouth.
Still snarling they started to kiss hard. Their tongues shot out and attacked, each women fiercely tried to dominate the brutal kiss while their fingers started tugging and tearing at the enemies mane again.


Neither could out-kiss the other. Floria became frustrated first and pushed Fran away. Neither broke the hairpulling but their bodies were now separated by a hand-width. Both were breathing heavily form lack of air during the kiss but equally from arousal.
„To the bed, bitch“ Floria hissed and started to drag Fran by the hair towards the bathroom door. Fran immediately intensified her own hair-pull to fight back. Tumbling around they pulled each other by the hair into the same direction. Bumping into the door and the corridor walls they fought each other all they way until their calves touched the large luxurious bed with soft silken covers.
For a brief moment they stopped and just stared at each other.
Fran buried her fingers nail-first in the full, round ass of the German and pulled her close. Their bodies slammed together with a loud smack. Fran felt the fingernails of her enemy dug deep into her butt-cheeks. They slightly separated just to ram their flesh together again, this time even harder. Their tits jingled. A third time they clashed and a forth.
Fran hissed „Let’s finally make WAR! BITCH!“
„Miststück!!“
„Putana!!“
Simultaneously they spat at each others lips. Each hungrily sucked the foamy liquid into her mouth and licked the last drops of her lips. They snarled at each other.
Then, slowly they climbed onto the bed, never breaking eye contact. They sat down opposite each other, legs apart, one leg above the rivals one below. They crept closer until their hungry pussies were right in front of each other.
Both broke their stare to look down. Below their equally large, full tits, below their flat, sweaty bellies with their deep round navels, their labias faced each other. Pink, wet, swollen and wide open their pussies were ready to devour the enemy.
Slowly they moved them together, each girl whimpered a little when their over-sensitive labia skin met its counterpart. Their pussy-lips almost folded into each other, a perfect match of skin lappets merged together as their most private parts started to grate into each other.
Shaking they locked up and their gazes met again. With a last mutual snarl the battle started.


Each grabbed the other around the neck for support and slowly and meticulously they started grinding their pussies deep together. The little smacking sounds of their clashing pubic lips drove both women crazy. Both warriors got more aroused and more desperate to win. The tribbing got wilder and faster with each stroke of their swollen vulvas.
„Give up, PUTTANA“ Fran screamed and rammed her pussy extra hard into Floria’s.
„Surrender, SCHLAMPE!“ the princess spat back and slammed her labia lips deeper into her enemy.
The smacking became louder as both girls tried to break the opponent like a wild pony. Cursing and screaming they hammered their lower bodies against each other. Their tits wiggled with every blow, their pussies hurt, the rapid wet smacking was loud like gunshots to their ears.
„Fuuuuck, dumme Gans, give uuup“ Floria screamed while their pussies slammed against each other
„AAAAAAHH, stupida troia, FUUUUCK“
Each tried to overpower the other with strength and vigor but neither budged even an inch.


Both were panting heavily, big drops of sweat formed all over their perfect skin.
„I..want…more….closer“ Fran breathed heavily
Floria understood „skin..against…skin…closer“
Both struggled to change position without giving the opponent an opening to exploit and without stopping their relentless pussy attacks.
Finally they came belly to belly, tit to tit and face to face.
Their large boobs met nipple to nipple and mashed deeply together, their hungry mouths tried to devour the other as their tongues entangled and their spit mingled. Their arms shot around the opponent and their fingers dug into the full butt-cheeks to press their battling pussies even deeper into each other.
Their eyes were wide open, locked gaze to gaze, none could hide the lust and the panic from their unblinking stares.


Suddenly their clits met head to head. Their eyes widened, their brutal kiss muffled the mutual scream.
Both bodies were trembling and shaking as their sex-horns started fencing and rubbing. Both knew the end was near. Each girl operated on pure willpower to keep the orgasm down. The lust was unbearable.
Fran knew sooner rather than later, her body would betray her and explode into an epic orgasm. She also knew, that her enemy was in the same state.
All her mind was focused on holding out longer than the princess. She could not bear cumming before that women. She had to pay back all the humiliations. She could not let that girl win. No! way! She rammed her clit even harder into Floria’s rubbing them length to length and pushed her tongue as far into Floria’s mouth as possible. Floria fought back with equal determination.
Each shot her tongue so deep that both gagged and had to break the kiss. They snarled at each other and used the freed up energy to fuckfight even faster and harder.
„mmmmmm…cum for me…little…stupid…aaah peasant giiiiirl“
„aaah,aah cum! cum!…oooh, cum, spoiled...rotten….braaaat!“
The sound of meat slapping together filled the room, each breath became a desperate scream as they fucked each other without mercy.


For a brief second they halted with their pussies pressed into one another.
„Give in, Maid“ Floria whispered
„Let it go, princess“ Fran hushed back.
Of course, neither of them budged.


With a hiss and a snarl they slammed their lips together for another, final round of tongue fighting while their pussies pushed into each other rhythmically and their clits rubbed and stabbed at each other.
Again and again they attacked simultaneously.


It had felt like they were fighting for an eternity, when Fran unexpectedly sensed weakness in her opponent. The Germans trusts had a tiny bit less impact and her tongue had retreated a bit. Fran suddenly saw an almost unnoticeable change in her rivals eyes, Floria’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The Italian attacked. She pushed with all her strength and Floria fell backwards screaming, Fran was above her immediately and trapped the princess on the mattress. Her hands caught Floria’s wrists and held her down, her pussy invaded Floria’s and her clit stabbed at the retreating clit off her rival again and again.
Fran gazed hard into the panic-stricken wet eyes of the German as she fucked down on her foe.
„Nein, neeeeeiiin, bitte niiiicht“ Floria begged.
„SI!“ Fran spat „SI! SI! TROIA! Cum for me!“
„Noooooooooo, pleeeasse, aaaaaaaaaaa“ Floria started shacking, her pussy spasmed as an almighty orgasm hit her body. Fran could feel her rivals pussy fill up with cum juice. Floria was thrashing and bucking in ecstasy. Fran held her firmly in place.
„Say my name, princess“ Fran spat „say my fucking name“
aaaah, no, no“ Floria was rocked by the next wave of her climax „Oh,yes, yes, FRAAAAN“ she yelled
„Yes you won, Fran“ Princess Floria whispered
With that words Fran did finally release her own orgasmic energy. She did cum sitting on top of the limp body of her beaten foe, pumping her cum-juice into the defeated princess.
Finally Fran collapsed down onto Floria’s body and immediately fell into a deep dreamless sleep.


Chaper 10:The morning after
Fran awoke to the sound of an alarm-clock. It was half an hour before her night shift ended. She looked around and found herself alone in the large bed. The luxury suite was deserted. Prinzessin Floria Barbara Katharine von Rotberg, Baronin von Hochstadt was gone.
Fran crawled out of the silken sheets, every muscle in her body was sour and hurting. She found her uniform neatly folded at the foot of the bed, next to it was the tiny Chanel skirt and on top of it lay the pink bra and the infamous pink panties. The panties were knotted around a five-digit tip and a note:
„You won. Yesterday you were better. Kudos!
I will be back as soon as possible.
Better be ready for the revenge match.“


Fran smiled as she dressed herself. The note was now hidden inside her new pink panties. She would be ready.
They had made war to each other, and she had won.
The maid had reprimand the princess.


The End.