Monica Bellucci Vs Aishwarya Rai

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Early into their Hollywood phases, both actresses knew

the stakes and desperately wanted their films and work

to win here at Cannes. Penelope Cruz and Monica

Bellucci were the toast of attention at Cannes, their

films being most eagerly discussed, and the two being

by far the best looking women amongst the actresses in

the movies being screened. Flash bulbs and celebrity

attention followed their each move. This year, even

the jury was glamorous! Meg Ryan, having been here and

done that, held the center stage as the press lapped

her up at each event. The stunningly beautiful but yet

to be discovered Aishwarya Rai (Ash, as she was

called) was also on the jury. A former model, Miss

World and now a superstar actress in India, Ash held

national attention back home. Here, she looked

gorgeous and sensual as usual, but being relatively

unknown to fans in the west, hung around the

sidelines, more as an audience than as a star.

The dinner ball was its usual glamorous event it is

each year, with its galaxy of stars. One could see

Penelope and Monica both attracting attention as they

walked around and socialized with others. In her black

evening gown laced on sleeveless shoulders, Monica

looked stunning – her creamy silky skin glowing with

the contrasting dress, her erect stance conveying the

kind of oomph that comes with beauty, sexiness and

confidence bordering on arrogance – like Sharon Stone

the year after Basic Instinct!

Dressed in white flowing evening dress that revealed

tanned and toned calves, Penelope looked simply

gorgeous – her gloved forearms amply highlighting her

shapely biceps. She was a picture of grace and

confidence, warmly smiling around to more than her

usual share of attention. Her slender 5’6″ frame

accentuated with high heels, Penelope stood tall over

Tom like Nicole once did – maybe that was what was

bothering Nicole, who had chosen not to attend for

even during the day, Nicole barely smiled.

Ash, her 5’7″ tall lithe body draped in lemon yellow

evening wear that stopped just short of her knees,

looked around – she was used to being looked at, not

looking over or around!

“My time shall come soon!” thought Ash, looking down

to check herself.

Pretty and pedicure feet, with silver nails shining

through the open sandals, showed well-toned calves

accentuated by medium pinpoint heels. Content with her

dress, she walked up to talk to Penelope, the new

Cruise. During the meal, Monica had noticed Ash

clasping Penelope’s one hand in both hers as the two

warmly smiled and conversed. Monica gazed at the girl

Julia Roberts had said to be “most beautiful women on

earth”. Monica could see Ash was beautiful all right,

but Monica’s flushing cheeks betrayed her feline

instincts expected when one beauty checks another one


“She’s the one you need to work on – I’m on your side”

the raspy hiss almost caught Monica unawares as Meg,

walking up behind Monica and, standing on her side,

continued, “You’ve done a great job in Matrix – not to

mention looking your usual sexy self!” Monica beamed

at the compliment. The two talked some more and that

was that.

The morning sun streaming through tall glass windows

on her, Monica was up in her bed the next morning,

animatedly discussing her business matters with her

agent in LA. They discussed, besides others, the part

in the next Bond movie, which was getting finalized.

Hanging up, Monica seemed perturbed. She needed a win

here, and didn’t like the look of Ash’s over friendly

rendezvous with Penelope last night. She phoned hotel

reception to check which room Ash was in, and hung up

with a smile. NEXT DOOR!!

After several minutes, Monica hung up and stretched

her arms wide, her breasts stretching the creamy satin

nightie to its limit. Slumping to normalcy, she now

stretched her legs far and wide, the nightie riding up

to her creamy thighs, revealing her sexy legs in the

sunshine. She got up – there was work to do!

Putting on her slide-in Italian sandals, Monica got up

to pay Ash a visit and sort out any differences that

might later on cost her the award. She paused at the

door, remembering she wore nothing beneath her dress

but her impish smile confirmed she probably didn’t

wish to anyway! Monica stepped out of her room and

knocked softly on Ash’s door.

“Come in!” Ash said in a crisp and commanding voice.

She was ready to take her shower, and was in her hotel

bathrobe with a large towel wrapped on her head. She

stood near the bathroom door, expecting room service.

Instead, she saw Monica, in her satin cream lingerie,

her dark bush showing through the thin cloth. Ash

could feel her cheeks heat up, seeing Monica in her

sexy attire. Even without makeup, Monica made Ash

nervous about her own looks. Ash sized up Monica,

noticing she was an inch or so shorter, slightly

meatier, but with much bigger butt and rounder thighs

- a woman’s butt.

Monica quickly closed the door and walked in, stopping

just short of a surprised Ash. Their breasts didn’t

touch, but said it all. Ash was trying to control her

erection, but the nipples rose steadily. Monica stood

with her larger breasts firmly jutting forward, as if

to claim victory through posture alone.

“I saw you with your friend Penelope last night. Just

want us to be clear that an award here is important to

me…. important enough for me to walk in this way and

make sure you understand” Monica stated


“Hmm…so you came in expecting me to TAKE YOUR SIDE?”

Ash’s eyebrows lifted, her face showing disdain over

the thought itself. How could someone expect this from

competition? Ash continued. “You really ought to get

back to your room. We have nothing to discuss on this

subject. I shall do as I please. After all, I’m

judging you!”

Ash saw a blur and then SLAP! SLAP! Two resounding

slaps landed on her cheeks, making her cry out more

from shock than pain. Monica was quick! Before Ash

could even react, SMACK! Came Monica’s fist, finding

Ash’s belly button, making her step back. SMACK!

Another blow and, finally, Ash reacted. She caught

Monica’s wrists and charged her, pushing Monica back

towards the bed, and with every ounce of strength in

her, Ash body slammed Monica, sending her sprawling on

her back, landing on Ash’s bed.

“You bitch!! How DARE you!!” screamed Ash as she

quickly mounted the prone Monica, straddling her. With

her bathrobe flying backwards, Ash gripped Monica’s

long hair now, pulling her foe up and down on the bed.

“I’ll teach you not to mess with me!” Ash continued

her screaming.

Monica tried to lift her legs, but Ash moved forward,

pressing down Monica’s tits. Ash’s sexy toned legs

curled around her knees as she pressed home her

advantage. Monica bucked but Ash managed to stay

astride the hot Italian babe. Monica freed her arms

from under Ash’s legs, while Ash continued to pull

Monica by her hair, the two struggling on the bed.

Monica’s feet rested on the bed, her knees raised and

spread, the dress parting to reveal thick luscious

bush twisting around with Monica’s squirming


Monica raised her hands to grab Ash’s breasts,

catching Ash off guard. Relaxing her grip on Monica’s

hair, Ash tried to pry Monica’s hands off her breasts,

but of no use. Monica squeezed and squeezed hard, even

through the thick towel cloth of Ash’s dress. Ash was

moaning, her chin raised, her face contorted with pain

and arousal as Monica’s firm hands continued their

work. Ash jerked her head, the bath towel coming off,

and Ash’s silky long black hair falling down her body

in cascades. Ash backed off, hoping to get her breasts

out of Monica’s reach, which turned the tables on her.

Monica raised her feet in the air and quickly locked

both her feet around Ash’s neck, which came within

reach as Ash was arched back. Monica pushed her legs

down, and with it, Ash – her neck firmly gripped

between Monica’s feet locked at the ankles.

“Aaargh!” Ash gargled her screams while her legs

straightened, then lifted, as Monica broke the

straddle. Monica’s hands pried open Ash’s bathrobe,

the cotton waist tie coming off and falling over the

bed on the floor. All Ash could now see were Monica’s

feet in front of her face. Ash knew she was going

down, her robe was parted open, and felt the room air

on her body.

Ash was nude inside – her shapely midriff bent, her

breasts juggling free under their own weight, her

black crop of pussy hair slightly wet with sweat.

Monica’s nails dug into Ash’s belly, sliding down to

reach the mound. Had it not been for Monica’s feet

clasping down Ash’s mouth, Ash’s screams would have

brought in the fire brigade.

“Ooooh! Oh My Gaawd!!!” Ash rambled between lungfuls

of anguished screams.

Monica pushed her legs further down, sending Ash off

the bed landing on the floor of the room, with Ash’s

legs flying up in a cyclic motion. Ash fell down in a

heap, her bathrobe off her body, completely nude – at

Monica’s feet.

As Monica climbed off the bed to dig into Ash, she

felt a pain rising in her belly, then doubled up when

Ash’s second kick landed square on Monica’s pussy.

“Aaieee!” Monica wailed, clutching her mound with both

her hands.

Ash got up on her feet and spun her arms around in

tight slaps and punches, landing on Monica’s beautiful

face left and right, with some landing on Monica’s


“I’m going to CRUSH you, you old bitch!” Ash snarled

while dishing out punishment with both hands, standing

tall, beating up Monica Bellucci who was sitting up on

the bed, but trying to protect her face from the

barrage of blows Ash was hurling down at her.

“Want some more, bitch!” Ash finally stopped, pausing

to rest her arms from this sudden and tiring activity.

“NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” thundered Ash, expecting

Monica to comply.

Monica seized this opportunity she was hoping for.

Enraged at being humiliated and bettered in the fight,

she seethed in rage as she looked up at Ash, and

jumped forward. Monica’s head smacked into Ash’s gut,

while Monica’s arms caught Ash around her knees. The

forward thrust sent Ash flying, her legs lifted, to

land on the floor with a loud THUD. Monica got up on

her feet and took the four steps to get to Ash who was

lying on the floor on her back, her arms clutching her

waist by the sides, her face in pain and shock from

this last tackle.

Monica kicked her heel into Ash’s crotch, bring in

loud cries as Ash tried to place her hands down to

protect her exposed pussy. “Ooooph! Uiiiieee!!” Ash

cried aloud as Monica landed kicks between Ash’s

twitching legs.

“NOW I’ll TAME you, you wimp! COME ON AND FIGHT!”

roared Monica, her legs lifting up and down as kicks

rained on poor Ash who was already far past pain. She

writhed on the floor, crying openly, sobbing loudly as

Monica’s kicks started at inside of her thighs, and

causing more damage.

Finally, Ash bawled out her surrender, “Stop it! STOP

IT PLEASE!! Oh stop Monica, PLEASE STOP!!”

But Monica was still furious and she pulled Ash’s arms

up as she placed her right foot on her beaten foe’s

breasts, pulling as hard as she could while Ash

screamed and wailed, continuing to plead for mercy.

“So you’ll teach me a lesson, huh!” PULL! “Teach ME a

lesson!!” Monica growled as she released Ash’s arms,

letting Ash slump back on the floor. Then Monica bent

down and straddled her, sitting on Ash’s stomach.

“Straddling ME!” Monica screamed as she lashed out

vicious slaps that rocked Ash, swivelingher head with

each cuffing blow.

“Nooo! I’m sorry…” wailed a sobbing Ash. “Please.


Monica stopped, resting her arms on her hips. She then

lifted up slightly, taking off her lingerie and

flinging it on the floor by her side. She now sat back

on Ash’s belly, fully nude. Ash felt the warmth and

tingling caused by Monica’s thick bush. Slowly, Monica

eased upwards until she had Ash’s arms pinned under

her shins. Lifting herself, Monica first placed her

bush on Ash’s left breast. The nipple vanished into

Monica’s mound. Ash blushed, closing her eyes in shame

and turning her head to one side on the floor. Her

sobs and sniffles were subsiding, but no words came to


Monica then repeated this with Ash’s other breast, and

finally pulled back. She caught Ash’s chin between her

fingers of her left hand, straightening Ash’s face to

look up at Monica’s piercing, triumphant gaze. Monica

smiled slowly, glancing down at Ash’s glistening wet

nipples dipped in her juices.

“Very friendly with Penelope!” Monica slapped Ash on

her left cheek with her free right hand, holding Ash’s

face with her left handed grip. “So now, darling, tell

me if you will judge me fairly!” Not getting an

answer, Monica punctuated the sentence again, pausing

at each word with a tight slap to Ash’s face.

Ash cried out “Oh Pleeease! Monica, let me GO!”

Knowing she couldn’t leave her until she got her

answer, Ash finally sobbed, “Yes! I’ll be fair. I’ll

even favor you, if Meg allows!”

“Oh Meg WILL, dear Ash!” Monica mockingly pouted a

kiss down at Ash as she got up. “Get on your knees.

NOW!” ordered Monica, to the beaten Ash.

Ash rose on her knees, looking up at the lovely

goddess who had thrashed her so convincingly in her

own room. Picking up the bathrobe cloth belt, Monica

looped it around Ash’s neck, using it to draw her

closer and closer until Ash’s nose rubbed Monica’s

pussy. By instinct, Ash planted a kiss on the superior

woman’s pussy; burying her face in the thicker,

denser, lusher bush. Ash’s nipples grew harder as she

ate Monica up! Monica grunting in pleasure till she

came on Ash’s face, knowing she now had the edge over


Wordlessly, she released Ash, slipped on her lingerie

and walked out of the room. Ash sat there, feeling

belittled, but not knowing whether she felt pain more

than pleasure. She slowly got up and went into a long

hot shower which she now badly needed

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