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The Exchange Student

By Wolfboy

Bindi looks for a match at the university campus

Bindi had been frustrated since losing in her own bedroom to Jemma recently. She wanted a match to help her blow away the cobwebs of self doubt that had been there following the loss, but the match she’d tried to set up had fallen through when her opponent had got sick. She knew that she needed to fight to get it all out of her system; maybe she would be able to goad one of the girls at the university to fight her she thought. After all, it wouldn’t matter how good they were, it would still be a chance to take out her frustrations on someone other than Gita in training!

The problem for Bindi of course was that her reputation preceded her a little on the campus. Everyone knew that the confident Indian girl dreamed of being a champion wrestler, and loved a scrap; none of the girls that knew her were going to fall unwittingly in to the trap of taking her on. The days dragged on, to the point that she was contemplating going hard against Gita in one of their training sessions, just to ease the frustration of inaction. She even phoned Gita to talk about that exact prospect, and was a little surprised to find that while her friend may not be the solution, she may have one for her.

‘Bindi, there’s no point you fighting me’ Gita had said, as Bindi tutted, thinking her friend didn’t have the appetite for a scrap. ‘I don’t think beating me would satisfy you really’ she reasoned, going on ‘but what if I could find you a good opponent?’

‘Well, yes’ Bindi agreed. ‘That would be preferable, but how will you manage that Gita?’ she asked.

‘I overheard one of the exchange students saying she was a wrestler yesterday when they were outside as I came out of a lecture. I think she’s one of the Swedish girls’ Gita told Bindi. ‘Why don’t I see if she might take you on?’ she asked.

‘Yes!’ Bindi replied, delighted and jumping at the prospect. ‘Ask her please Gita, and tell her the kind of match it would me’ she said, adding with her voice lowered conspiratorially ‘but not too much about my kind of tactics!’ as she considered the prospect of taking on an opponent not too familiar with her brand of catfighting.

Later that afternoon, Gita had phoned back to tell Bindi that Andrea was the name of the exchange student in question, and she was prepared to discuss it with Bindi. ‘She’s interested, but she’s not done a catfight before. She really is a wrestler’ Gita told her friend, piquing her interest as she continued ‘you know, like in the Olympics and that kind of thing. She’ll phone you later to talk about it’ Gita said.

‘That’s great’ Bindi said, ‘and an Olympic style wrestler you say? I’m sure I can persuade her’ she continued, recalling Auntie Priya’s tales about how some of the finest Olympic wrestlers had been roundly trounced in the altogether different world of Indian wrestling. The trick, Bindi thought to herself, was going to be to sell it all just enough to give Andrea’s competitive spirit a prod!

She had managed just that, aided by Andrea’s natural inquisitiveness when they’d spoken later on that day. After some brief chat to break the ice, it had been Andrea who’d asked Bindi ‘so just what is a catfight? I mean I know it’s a girl fight with hair puling and stuff, but what do you do? It sounds more organised than just meeting for a fight?’ she said.

‘Oh yes’ Bindi agreed, ‘it is much more civilised and organised. It’s really like a wrestling match for submissions where we just agree what other things are allowed beforehand’ she told Andrea.

‘So wrestling, but not like I’m used to’ Andrea had said, Bindi noting the level of interest in her voice. ‘It sounds like it could be a fun challenge’ she told Bindi, continuing to ask ‘so what kinds of things are usually allowed?’

Bindi smiled to herself now, knowing that the hook was evidently well baited and it was almost certain that Andrea would agree to the match now. ‘Hair pulling is always seen as a must’ the Indian girl started, ‘as is slapping. Sometimes punching the body is allowed. You can squeeze tits, even pussy if the rules allow. And clothes….well they’re allowed to be removed’ she told the Swedish girl who was, in truth, equal parts shocked and fascinated by this new, to her, world of catfighting.

‘So you’ll try and strip me naked?’ she asked Bindi, a little surprised perhaps by that prospect.

‘Only if you agree it’s allowed’ Bindi said. ‘You can decide all of the rules’ she told the Swedish girl, leaving the door wide open for Andrea to walk into her web.

‘I’m in’ Andrea chimed enthusiastically. ‘And I’ve never done this kind of thing before’ she continued as Bindi smiled at her end of the phone, suspecting she knew what was coming next. ‘Because of that, you should choose the rules so I get the authentic experience’ Andrea said to Bindi’s delight. ‘And Bindi’ she asked, ‘what do we wear and where will we have our match?’

‘People will fight wearing anything really Andrea’ Bindi continued. ‘I mean bikinis, lingerie, fully clothed, even naked from the start. I usually like bikinis, but what do you usually wear to wrestle in?’ she asked. ‘And I usually fight in a ring, but we can get a private room in the university gym with wrestling mats’ she suggested. ‘That might feel a bit more comfortably for you Andrea?’ she asked.

‘Well, I usually wear a wrestling singlet for freestyle wrestling’ Andrea said, ‘but I didn’t bring those here with me. I think I have a bikini somewhere though, so I’ll go along with that. And mats would be good’ she agreed. ‘I’ve never been in a ring before, so I’ll feel more comfortable on those I think.

‘Perfect’ Bindi replied, ‘so bikinis on the mats at the gym it is then. And you said I should propose the rules, so this is what I’m going to suggest’ she continued. ‘Best of 3 submissions only, and we’ll break for 2 minutes between each fall. All of the things that I mentioned before will be allowed like hair pulling, slapping, breast and pussy mauling. I think we’ll leave punching out this time though, but clothes are fair game to remove and use against each other. What do you think?’ she asked the Swede.

‘It sounds interesting….different, but interesting’ Andrea replied. ‘I’ve never seen this kind of match before, but I’m interested to try it, so yes, I’m in. Tell me when we’ve got the room and I’ll be there. It’s been a while since I’ve wrestled, so I’m looking forward to it Bindi. I didn’t know it was even a thing here!’ she said.

‘I guess it’s a little underground in this form for obvious reasons, but there’s more of it than you might realise’ Bindi said in response. ‘OK, cool. I’ll get Gita to referee as well if you like Andrea, and I’ll be in touch once I’ve seen about the room.’

Getting the room itself had been no problem for Bindi who had been working on the woman who was in charge of that area of the university for some while, just in case such a chance arose. She knew the thick gym mats in those rooms from wall to wall made a perfect surface for catfighting, having used them to train with Gita before. No changing area was the only slight issue, resolved easily enough by telling Andrea to wear her bikini under her clothes if she was bashful about changing in front of her and Gita the following evening. Of course, Bindi would be looking to expose the blonde quickly anyway, knowing that was sure to take a pure wrestler aback.

Still, Bindi was pleased to arrive at the gym the following evening with Gita to find Andrea already waiting there for her. Long haired, blonde, and very pretty, Andrea was also a pretty powerfully built girl Bindi was pleased to see; perhaps the Swedish girl would be a good test for her after all she thought, leading the way to the room where they would fight. ‘Are you ready for this Andrea?’ she asked as she held the door open to let her opponent inside the room now.

‘Honestly, I don’t know!’ the Swede answered a little uncertainly. ‘I want to do it. I’m going to do it. I just don’t know if I’m quite ready for someone like you!’ she said.

‘Oh I’m sure you’ll do just fine’ Bindi smiled encouragingly, though closer observations would have shown that smile didn’t reach as far as her eyes. Her game face was one behind the thin veil of her smile. ‘Gita will introduce us both beforehand like it’s a big fight’ Bindi explained. ‘It’s all part of the traditional experience’ she shrugged, ‘then we’ll get started, and Gita will tell us to break on submissions and so on. The whole room is matted, so be aware that nowhere in here is considered out of bounds’ Bindi finished, taking one corner of the small room while Andrea took the other. She was pleased to see that the blonde must have her bikini on under her dress as she was carrying nothing with her. She was obviously a little self conscious Bindi thought to herself, having no such issues herself as she turned to make sure Andrea got a good look at her full bush as she stripped off. Bindi had with her a white thong bikini, one without tie sides on the bottoms to ensure it was a little harder to remove in the midst of the action, while the top had a clasp behind the back and a halter neck fastening securing it. As she slipped into that, she fairly confident an inexperienced catfighter would struggle to strip her in a match. Now she took a first good look at Andrea and saw that predictably, her bikini was chosen for the pool and sunbathing, not catfighting. Her triangle bikini in a pale green with a white playboy bunny logo over her right breast was all ties; one good pull on those and Bindi knew that she would expose her with ease. She was an impressive looking young woman though, strong with tight abs and thick thighs. Big tits too Bindi smiled to herself at noticing, wondering just how sensitive they might be.

Gita wanted to get things started now, and she decided that as both women seemed to be in their fight attire, there was no need for her to waste any more time. ‘This is a best of three submissions catfight, and you’ve both agreed to the rules already. On the left, wearing green, from Malmo in Sweden is Andrea Jansson. Andrea is 21 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 142lbs, 36DD-24-37 and is in her first catfight’ Gita said as Andrea shifted on her feet lightly in her corner. ‘On the right wearing white, from India is Bindi Patel. Bindi is 20 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 137lbs, 34C-26-35 and has 5 wins and 2 losses in catfights. If you’re both ready, then fight!’ Gita instructed now, stepping back to enjoy the action in her role as referee.

Andrea moved out confidently enough in a low wrestler’s crouch Bindi was pleased to see, looking to get straight into the action as she started to try and feel her way into a clinch. Right now though, Bindi didn’t want to wrestle with the wrestler, slapping her arms away before she went for the hair for the first time. It was fair to say that Andrea’s long, loosely curled, blonde hair provided an easy target for Bindi. The Swede didn’t recoil from it though, evidently having been able to resolve herself to hair pulling, and instead, she also looked to Bindi’s shorter brunette hair with her left hand to reply in kind. ‘Good’ Bindi remarked, a little surprised in truth. ‘I wondered if you’d like hair pulling’ she told Andrea who replied, ‘well, it’s a bit different’ before she took a short slap to the right breast from Bindi. Again just a blow to test out the Swede in the opening seconds as Bindi tried to establish just what was going to work best for her here. The blonde fired back in kind again, slapping into Bindi’s right breast, lightly, but nevertheless, showing just the right intent. Bindi smiled again, thinking she would get to have some fun here, perhaps toying with Andrea before she would put her away. Then that smile was wiped off her face quickly when Andrea dropped to her knees, sent a right hand between a surprised Bindi’s legs, and took her over to the mat in a fireman’s carry take down. Bindi hit the mat hard and then thrashed her hands down to the mat in early frustration, but Andrea didn’t follow up on the move, perhaps looking a bit uncertain of quite what to do next.

Bindi got to her feet, and mirrored Andrea’s low wrestlers crouch again as she came back in carefully, assessing the Swedish fighter’s skills as she did so. Again, she slapped the blonde’s arms away when Andrea looked to take a lock up with her, before roughly grabbing the blonde’s hair with one hand. As Andrea protested that, Bindi quickly used the hair grip and a hand in her chest to push the blonde back to the wall. There she delivered a quick slap and grab of one of the Swede’s big breasts, using that distraction to quickly grab the back of her head, plant a foot in her belly and send her up and over with a monkey flip. Andrea landed hard but rolled away meaning Bindi wouldn’t get to follow up on the move, but she enjoyed how the Swede self consciously checked that her breasts weren’t exposed. Something Bindi might take advantage of later on she thought as she she came back in, this time looking like she might accept Andrea’s attempt to lock up in a conventional manner. Instead, she surprised Andrea with a slap to the face, not a hard blow, but enough to startle the blonde; not enough though to prevent her from securing a good grip of the Indian girl around the back of the head. Suddenly, Andrea was in her element, controlling the head pulling Bindi into a side headlock and quickly rolling her over her hip to the mat. She lay across Bindi now, working a powerfully applied headlock as Gita looked on, a little surprised to hear Bindi moan in pain. Andrea worked her arms powerfully, demonstrating technique alongside that power to punish the Indian fighter who, for now, pawed ineffectively at her arms.

‘Give up?’ Andrea questioned, confidence building a little within her before she felt Bindi’s hand beneath her butt. That and a sudden handful of hair allowed Bindi to roll Andrea to her back but the Swede, showing her wrestling background bridged slightly, keeping a shoulder off the mat as she maintained the headlock. Unfortunately for Andrea her wrestling instinct to bridge and keep a shoulder up did her no favours here in the less restrictive world of a catfight. Bindi’s hand crashed into her tight abs straight away, a slap and not a punch, but one that echoed around the room as it dropped Andrea flat to the mat. Still Andrea clung grimly to the headlock as Bindi kept a hand in her hair, not really pulling, just reminding Andrea it was there with an occasional light tug. Her aim was to close her other hand around Andrea’s right breast though, a counter that the Swede was both unprepared for and unfamiliar with.

‘Ooohhh! Hey!’ Andrea complained, not sure if Bindi’s attentions were amorous or intent on causing her pain for a moment. She still clung on to her headlock for now, but in keeping Bindi tied up close with that, she was simply giving the Indian girl chance to test her in ways she simply didn’t expect. And Bindi answered the pain or pleasure question quickly, delighted to find the Swedish girl’s nipple already stiffening as she got a hand inside her bikini top and twisted it to bring a high pitched shriek from Andrea who finally relinquished her headlock and tried to scramble clear of Bindi. As Gita reminded the slightly shocked looking blonde ‘that’s a legal move here Andrea remember!’ Bindi grabbed her ankle and pulled to send her flat out on her front to the mat. A chance then for Bindi to grapple with the Swedish wrestler on her own terms perhaps as she was quick to try for a reverse grapevine to spread Andrea’s legs while she had her face down on the mat. Again she was forced to admire the physical prowess of her opponent though as she struggled to overpower her legs, only able to force them apart a little before Andrea recognised what she was trying and stopped her dead. She also kept her chin down, against the mat and tucked in tight, to prevent Bindi from getting an arm in tight around her throat, though Bindi thought that a good handful of blonde hair might just solve that issue. That wasn’t the route she took here though for now, as she was happy to keep Andrea pinned down, content to allow her to fight the grapevine while she slapped away lightly to the body.

‘Come on Andrea’ Bindi teased, running her fingers through the blonde’s hair for a moment, ‘what are you going to do? Just lie there?’ she taunted, before getting her fingers more firmly into her hair now, gripping it just enough to present her cheek for a couple of derisory slaps to the face. Now Andrea squirmed a little beneath her, and Bindi took that chance to tease the blonde some more, just grabbing the knot at the back of her green bikini. Of course, Bindi expected Andrea to defend against that, and as Andrea’s arm came back, Bindi quickly grabbed it, controlling her by a grip of the thumb as she got her in a back hammer. ‘Owwww’ the blonde moaned, partly from that and partly as Bindi upped the ante with some harder hair pulling. Still, she also squirmed and bucked as best she could being face down on the mat, trying to dislodge Bindi rather than give in to her. Bindi rode those attempts with some aplomb though, then wrenched on Andrea’s hair again, forcing her face to the mat with it. Content with her control, Bindi slammed the blonde’s face to the mat to stun her a little then released the hammerlock and smacked her butt as she got off her. All of Bindi’s attacks seemed to be designed to keep Andrea off her game a little, and now she went to the hair trying to bring Andrea back up to her feet. That discounted the fact that the blonde may have been no catfighter, but she did know how to wrestle, surprising Bindi as she grabbed both of her legs and drove forward from her knees to deliver a pretty passable double leg take down. That dropped Bindi to the mat on her back, and Andrea climbed on to her in a kind of cross pin, pressing the Indian girls shoulders to the mat. And there lay another problem for Andrea, her instincts were telling her to pin Bindi; her game wasn’t the catfighting one of punishing and forcing a submission yet.

She held Bindi there for a few moments, long enough for Bindi to squirm an arm free, slap her ass, and then grab the tie at the side of Andrea’s bikini, giving it a short, sharp tug to untie the knot. Immediately, Andrea was on the defensive, grabbing for the strings so that her modesty was protected, and that was a mistake against a girl like Bindi who was up and on her quickly. She showed Andrea that she could wrestle too, but impactful, hard hitting wrestling was her game as she pulled her up by the hair and delivered a body slam in the centre of the room. Andrea had lost her grip of her bikini now, and one side untied, it revealed some blonde hair at her crotch, which Bindi eyed with some interest before dropping onto the blonde with a full body splash. Andrea moaned, her tightly toned abs not completely protecting her from the impact which left her a little winded as Bindi moved into position on top of her. Remembering the blonde’s leg power, Bindi decided not to grapevine here, instead lying on her in a sensual full body pin, crotch to crotch, breast to breast as she smiled, feeling the Andrea’s nipples, stiff, through her bikini top.

Bindi started to make her way slowly up the blonde’s body now, getting herself into more of a conventional pinning position so that she could bounce her butt a couple of times on her DD breasts. Now Bindi reached back, and smoothly untied the other side of Andrea’s bikini bottoms; a move that didn’t reveal the blonde any further for now, but still made her cross her legs modestly. At that point, Bindi knew that she had her for round one, moving quickly to take a reverse schoolgirl pin at first before slowly, almost seductively, moving her position back so that she was just slightly sat on Andrea’s face. The Swede squealed as she felt Bindi’s fingers tug at her blonde bush now, not punishingly, just teasing Andrea that she could do anything she wanted to her right now. She tweaked her nipples, sensually rather than harshly, rewarded by feeling them respond further to her touch as Andrea whined airily. Bindi realised quickly that the Swedish girl had very sensitive nipples, something she might play on later in the fight she thought as she positioned her butt squarely on her face now. This was another new experience for Andrea, getting smothered mid-match was hardly a tactic in Olympic style wrestling, though it did happen inadvertently occasionally, and she knew that she needed to fight out of it quickly. Bridging impressively though, she found the Indian girl was hard to dislodge, Bindi staying comfortably in place. Worse followed for Andrea too, her hips and butt raised from the mat gave Bindi the chance to whip her bikini bottoms off completely now, and as Bindi threw them from the mat to her own corner, the implication was clear – you’re not getting those back until we’re done here.

‘I can’t breathe!’ Andrea protested loudly enough despite the smother, as Gita kneeled at her side to ask if she wanted to submit. ‘No….I…..OOOOWWWWW!’ Andrea whined now as she felt Bindi brush her fingers through her bush, a sharp little tug enough to elicit that response from the first time catfighter. ‘OWWWW…..CHEATER!’ Andrea complained loudly as Bindi told her to ‘save your breath Andrea!’ before moving back into place to smother her more heavily. ‘It’s all legal Andrea’ Gita smartly pointed out to the Swede whose feet pushed at the mat, bridging again, and in the process, securing her fate for fall one as Bindi took a crotch grab rather than a claw hold. The Indian girl felt the shock run through Andrea’s body at that, followed by a long muffled moan, culminating in the words ‘I submit!’ and Bindi had the first fall in the bag, Gita officiously reminding her friend ‘break the hold’

In truth, Gita needn’t have bothered, because Bindi was quick to do just that and check ‘I hope I wasn’t too rough Andrea?’ before she moved back to her own corner.

‘You’re a bit unorthodox’ Andrea told her, adding ‘but I’m fine thanks. And I’ll get you next fall! Can I get my bikini back?’

‘You can have it back, but once they’re off they stay off in catfighting Andrea’ Bindi told her. ‘But hey’ she smiled, ‘to make it fair, I’ll take my thong off too’ she said as Andrea picked up her untied bikini, still a little bashful to find herself semi-naked here. Of course, the offer to strip herself was all part of the plan for Bindi. She knew an inexperienced fighter in this style was unlikely to take full advantage of her being naked, and Bindi had no qualms about fighting that way anyway if the situation called for it. Plus she looked forward to giving Andrea a face full of her own thick bush when she finished her off later on she though to herself.

Gita closely watched the agreed time between rounds, noting that Andrea still looked a bit flustered at the first fall action, and she wanted to make sure that the action restarted as soon as possible. Across the ring, she thought Bindi looked imperious, an Indian Princess, pacing like a sleek big cat about to be unleashed now. Both ladies now just wore their bikini tops, Bindi by choice and Andrea by Bindi's choice too. Gita suspected as she called ‘fight’, that Andrea’s green bikini top wouldn’t last all that long in this fall either.

That thought did cross Bindi’s mind too, but she wasn’t in an immediate rush to finish Andrea off at the start of this second fall. She would up the ante certainly as the match went on, but she was content to enjoy herself a little first while offering Andrea a couple of openings to see how she would handle them. The first of those came almost instantly as Bindi elected to allow the lock up at the start of fall two, and the Swede showed her wrestling skills to take her over to the mat in a fireman’s carry take down. Bindi was quickly back to her feet as Andrea came in, and this time it was Bindi who was surprised to find the Swedish girl going straight for a handful of hair now. Was Andrea learning quickly Bindi wondered as she was reeled into a side headlock, strong arms around her head pushing her face towards those DD breasts. The potential for an impressive smother was there but not taken by the blonde before Bindi found her way free, jamming an elbow into Andrea’s side to surprise her before forcing her arms off her and skipping clear. Again she invited the lock-up, getting thrown back to the mat again with that same fireman’s carry. Andrea’s method of attack was starting to become more predictable to Bindi who rolled clear and caught Andrea with a slap to her right breast as she came in.

Still it was, to the casual viewer at least, a fairly even opening, Andrea’s confidence growing a little more still as she caught Bindi with a hard slap to the belly. The smile on Bindi’s face perhaps told more of a story though, as she sized up the blonde, deciding when to really take the initiative. She allowed the pattern to continue for another couple of minutes though, getting taken down a couple more times, even tasting a powerful body scissors from Andrea. Bindi was always content that she could solve any issue Andrea might present her though with a quick tweak of a nipple or a crotch grab, knowing that the blonde would surely shy away from that and break her hold. She cried out in some pain though when Andrea’s strong thighs clamped down in a vice like grip around her body now, having to admit that she had some power, and if she learned the darker arts of catfighting that she could become a worthy opponent. But now, Bindi had tired of taking this scissor hold from the pretty blonde, and quickly she pushed the triangle of green fabric covering her right breast to the side so that she could grope it and twist her nipple. Andrea tried to counter with a flex of those legs, Bindi twisted that big stiff nipple a little more harshly and though both women let out moans of complaint, it was the blonde who complained the louder. She scrambled clear, trying to cover her breast, only for Bindi to grab her ankle, ensuring she fell face down to the mat. Bindi pounced now, straddling her back and grabbing her hair with her left hand, leaving the right hand free for more important things. First of all, she smacked Andrea’s ass, just once on each cheek, the smack bringing a moan, then a surprised whimper of uncertainty as Bindi gave that butt cheek a quick squeeze. She played her fingers lightly across her ass too now, hinting at some sort of crotch grab as she felt Andrea tense and kick her legs a little frantically for a moment.

Bindi moved away from that line of attack for now, content to just hold on to Andrea’s hair and give her body a little squeeze as she tucked her knees tightly in at her sides. Her real aim here was to render the blonde naked, and after a brief moment of doing very little, she quickly unfastened both of the knots at the back of the blonde’s bikini. ‘Hey!’ Andrea protested quickly, realising the implications of what Bindi had done to her; when she rose from the mat next, she would be naked. Bindi leaned forward now, placing her mouth right against Andrea’s ear so that she might breathe into it ‘now you’re dressed like real ladies fight’ before giving her earlobe a little nibble, enjoying the shudder that ran through Andrea. With no further ceremony, Bindi got off Andrea, and still using the grip of her hair, brought her up to her feet. One arm still clutched the bikini top vaguely to her chest, but Bindi quickly put paid to that, delivering a knee to the body before she lifted and body slammed the suddenly ailing blonde. Andrea, despite being used to combat on the wrestling mats was being tested in ways she’d never dreamed of by the clever Indian fighter now. She had no answer as Bindi pushed both of her arms out above her head and sat on them, facing back towards the blonde’s impressive and now naked body.

Bindi had her trapped, pushing Andrea’s legs away as she tried desperately to swing them back and trap her tormentor in them. Then Bindi unclasped her own bikini top, deciding that she too wanted to be naked as she looked to finish Andrea off now. Again the blonde swung her legs up, and this time Bindi trapped them for a moment, taking the chance to spank her ass hard until it started to redden a little from the impact of her palm. Releasing the legs, the Indian girl leaned forward now, partially smothering Andrea with her lower belly, but that wasn’t her main intent here as she started to suck on her left nipple, tongue flicking across it lightly while she started to knead Andrea’s right breast too with her fingers. ‘Ooohhh…...mmmmffff’ Andrea moaned now, not sure if she should be enjoying this or fighting it, but surprised to find that the expert style of Bindi had her more than a little turned on. As that played through Andrea’s mind, the turmoil of suddenly finding another woman could get to her in this way, Bindi continued to probe her defences, breaking down the blonde’s resistance slowly. Now Bindi’s fingers were in Andrea’s pussy, slowly finger fucking her while she moved her position to start to sit on her face again in another reverse face sit, slowly grinding her womanhood and that impressive bush on the Swede’s face.

She was pleased to see that she had Andrea’s senses thoroughly scrambled at this point so that she didn’t simply decide to submit. In truth she didn’t really know what to do as Bindi’s fingers worked in her pussy, tempo slowly increasing while she was getting smothered at the same time. This definitely didn’t happen in the field of Olympic style wrestling! And then it hit her, the waves of undeniable pleasure rising within her quickly, almost taking her by surprise as she cried out ‘OOOOHHHHH…...YES…...FUUCCCKK…..OOOOHHHHH!’ the orgasm tearing through her body. She was still lost in that moment as Bindi teased her ‘so soon? You clearly needed that!’ then the harsh reality hit Andrea hard. She’d been forced to cum by a woman who was sat on her face, naked, smothering her with her own ass and pussy. Andrea bridged belatedly trying to fight it, but that was a mistake too as Bindi pussy whipped her, the hard impact made all the more telling by the pleasure that had gone before it. She cried out, that noise muffled by Bindi on her face, and that almost emptied her lungs of air. The harsh pain she felt just after as Bindi started to maul her left breast harshly now led to another cry of pain, and then then Indian fighter pressed her other hand down hard on her belly, stopping her from being able to take a proper breath. It was over, Andrea knew; she was thoroughly defeated, womanhandled by the Indian despite her wrestling experience. Unable to voice her submission, she tapped her hands on the mat, and Gita told Bindi in her role as referee ‘she submits! You win Bindi!’

‘Oh, too bad!’ Bindi remarked, a little disappointed that she herself hadn’t got to cum on the blonde’s face. That would have to wait for another day though as the match was over and Bindi went back to her corner, as she started to get dressed leaving the naked Swede lying on the mats, still in a bit of a daze.

‘I do hope that wasn’t too rough for you Andrea, I’d like to wrest…….GITA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OFF HER NOW!!’ the Indian girl shouted, as she turned after getting dressed to find Gita now schoolgirl pinning Andrea to the mats.

Gita complied, looking a little chastened as Bindi told her off. ‘That’s not what happens! You have to earn the right to do that to another woman!’ she admonished, helping Andrea up off the mats. ‘I’m sure Andrea will fight you another time’ she added a little mischievously as she handed her discarded bikini top to the blonde. She was trying her best to be a gracious winner, perhaps thinking that Gita might have her perfect first opponent if she set about Andrea the right way.

‘Thank you’ Andrea said as Bindi gave her that bikini top. She changed hastily, wanting to get away from the scene of her chastening defeat, but she had to admit that testing herself against another woman in this, new to her, form of combat had excited her. A little too much in fact, she thought wryly, wondering how she might learn more of this style to make her more effective in it. As she left the room though, she said to Gita ‘yes, I will fight you. Give me two weeks, and we’ll fight here to these same rules’ she told her. ‘Your friend here is too good for me just yet’ she said graciously, making Bindi smile, ‘but I want to find out what you’re made of!’