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The Shirt Off Your Back

By Wolfboy

Bindi picks a fight with her hockey coach

“Yes, I fucking do have a problem Miss Harris. You never pick me to play in my best position any more. Why not? I’m good. Much better than fucking Bianca is in my role” Bindi said. She was angry, there was no doubt. This had been going on for far too long in her view, and she wanted answers. She was also itching for a fight after losing in an impromptu one to the American catfighter Joanna. Maybe Miss Harris was going to be the woman to give her one if she pushed the right buttons here.

“Language Bindi!” the coach of the university hockey team cautioned the young Indian woman.

“Oh fuck off….we’re all grown ups!” Bindi muttered.

“Some of us more so than others” Miss Harris answered pointedly, just raising the ire of the Indian girl. “We’ve been over this before Bindi. Several times” she explained exasperatedly. “You are a better player than Bianca, and you’re much more versatile too. That’s why you play out on the wing and she plays through the middle” she explained.

“But I’d score more” Bindi challenged now.

“Maybe” Miss Harris allowed. “But Bianca wouldn’t create you chances like you do for her, so would you really?” she asked.

Bindi was frustrated. In her mind she knew that Miss Harris was right about the wider picture, but she wanted to goad the blonde in to something now. She might not get her way….but she might just get to have her way with her on the mats. “I want to fight for my place” she announced, knowing that Miss Harris wouldn’t fully grasp her meaning here.

“You do in every training session Bindi. And when I think the situation changes, you’ll play through the middle. But you have to be a team player first” Miss Harris told her. As Bindi thought, she hadn’t spotted the duality of her statement.

“No Miss Harris” Bindi said, smiling for the first time in the meeting, “I want to fight ….you….for my place. If I win, I play centre forward. If I lose to you, I’ll be a good girl and play on the wing all season” she challenged.

“Oh I see. So it’s fisticuffs on the training field is it then? Miss Harris asked, her tone light-hearted as she assessed the challenge from one of her players now.

“Not unless that’s what you really want Miss Harris. The other girls don’t need to see something like that. We’ll have us a nice little rules catfight in private. Then whatever the decision is, it doesn’t undermine your authority with the other girls. You do know what a rules catfight is don’t you Miss Harris?” she asked.

“Of course I do Bindi, I wasn’t fucking born yesterday” Miss Harris replied. Her voice was even, not wavering in the face of this direct challenge. Bindi already through she’d probably go for it. “I can’t exactly not know when some of the girls, especially you, are all over the internet in them” she clarified.

“So you know?” Bindi asked her. She was interested to know of her fame for it on the campus now, but also a bit concerned that if Miss Harris had seen her in action, then she might not want to take her on after all.

“Yes….and for what it’s worth, most of us respect you for it. It’s not an easy thing to take on a challenge like that on your own” Miss Harris told Bindi. “I do wish some of the other girls wouldn’t have tried to follow you in it though. They’re not all…..well, they’re not all you I guess.”

“Thank you” Bindi replied. Her ire had been somewhat eased by the platitudes of her coach now. “So will you?” she asked nevertheless.

“Yes Bindi. I will fight you. And maybe it’ll help me solve my selection dilemma” Miss Harris spoke freely. “No, I’ve never had an organised fight in my life. No. I don’t know what the rules should be. But yes, I’m going to try my best to kick your ass for challenging me!” she told the young Indian woman,

“Well good” Bindi smiled, already calculating that she would break the spirit of the blonde before she made her submit to her. “It’s better than you try to do that. I want to earn that centre forward berth the hard way!” she said.

“You’ll have to” Miss Harris told her. Bindi didn’t doubt it to be true. Wrestler or catfighter or neither, the hockey coach was strong and athletic. Bindi had to admit she’d seen the blonde woman’s thighs in training before and thought she’d have a strong scissor hold with them if she knew how. And she was clearly competitive in nature too. A woman that wasn’t wouldn’t have accepted the challenge so readily Bindi thought to herself. “Now you should suggest the rules Bindi. You are the expert after all. I’ll tell you if I’m OK with what you suggest” Miss Harris told Bindi.

“Very well” Bindi said. “I propose we fight without a time limit to the best of three submissions which can be verbal or by a tap out. All wrestling is legal, slapping anywhere. Mauling and molesting anywhere and hair pulling is allowed of course. Punching to the body, but only when we’re standing. And we should wear….”Bindi got as far as saying.

“That all sounds fine” Miss Harris agreed with her. “But we should wear whatever we’re both comfortable in” the blonde hockey coach said firmly, “Barefoot, wear what you want. If you’re as good as you think, you’ll get me out of whatever I choose anyway!” she told Bindi.

“Very well” Bindi agreed. “Meet me tonight at the main campus gym” Bindi suggested. “I have an … arrangement there. I can use one of the rooms whenever I like. Make it 8pm. It’s usually quiet up there by then.”

“Yes I know” Miss Harris agreed. “I’ll be there” she told the Indian woman who looked satisfied to have found herself a match. She left with one last appraising look at the blonde coach in her office, almost as if it was one last sizing up of her physical attributes and how she might beat her. Well that was OK, because Miss Harris was doing exactly the same to her after all. The blonde coach was going to give it her best against the younger woman it was very clear. But, first of all, she was going to need to decide what she should wear for a real catfight with Bindi Patel.

* * *

“I did wonder if you’d come” Bindi smiled as she let Carly Harris into the room which she had frequently used as a mat room at the campus, honing her skills with countless training sessions with Gita as well as an occasional match. She closed the door quickly, and saw that Carly had come dressed sporty in training shoes and her university hockey team tracksuit, the top currently zipped up high. The black tracksuit was loose on her, hiding the athletic frame of the blonde hockey coach whose hair was worn loose tonight. Bindi realised that it was the first time she’d seen Miss Harris without her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“I was always going to come Bindi, you had nothing to worry about. And I will keep my promise regarding the team. But you’re going to have to work for it to get that shirt” she told the younger woman.

“I intend to” Bindi said, then she smiled, “you’re hair looks nice like that Miss Harris….good for pulling!” she finished, just bringing an element of challenge back to the room.

“You should call me Carly in here” Miss Harris suggested. “And during the fight I hope you’ll be calling me a bitch or whatever, because I’m actually hurting you. We should agree one more thing Bindi. Whatever cross words there are between us during the match stay in this room. We don’t carry any of that out of here” she smiled.

“Agreed. Well why don’t we see what else you can make me call you Carly?” Bindi suggested. “You’re comfortable with the rules we agreed?” she asked.

“I am” Carly confirmed.

“Then lets get changed so we’re ready to fight, then we’ll introduce ourselves properly before we start to fight “Bindi said. Carly nodded having expected that to be the case, and then both went to the same side of the mat a few paces apart to prepare. For each woman, it wasn’t really a case of changing, but one of simply stripping off the outer layers to stand ready to fight. Each had chosen their own style with which to approach the fight too. Bindi had foregone the wrestling panties she often favoured and her preference for fighting topless, and instead wore a bright orange bikini with a high waited bottom and a long line top that only had one shoulder strap. It was in some ways reminiscent of the way a sari passed over only one shoulder, and it was a look that worked well for the Indian woman.

For her part, Carly had adopted a different look, carefully crafted during the time she’d had to consider her options. She had taken the centre forwards jersey of the university team, and with a pair of scissors, she’d turned the tight fitting sleeveless back and green top in to a hastily fashioned crop top. Then she’d considered the black hotpants she usually wore beneath her hockey skirt, decided them to not be quite right for a catfight, and had settled on a simple enough black lace thong. “If you win Bindi, you can literally take the centre forward’s shirt from my back” she told the Indian woman. “You may be needing a new one though….” she admitted given how she’d adjusted the shirt.

“You can count on a new one being required” Bindi agreed. She was ready, and it was already clear to her that Carly Harris wore no bra beneath that tight fitting top. She knew if she took the shirt off her, then making an inexperienced woman fight topless was often an issue for them. She could see that Carly was a strong athletic woman though. It was going to be a challenge at first, she was sure.

“So” Bindi smiled, “I am Bindi Patel. I’m 23 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 140lbs, and I measure 34C-26-35. I’ve had 15 fights and won 8 with 7 losses. What about you?” she asked her hockey coach.

“I’m Carly Harris” the blonde stated, her voice sounding confident enough as she spoke despite her trepidation. “I’m 39 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 153lbs, and I’m 36DD-24-37. I’ve never had an organised fight before” she confirmed. Bindi briefly wondered if her wording meant she’d had some that weren’t so organised perhaps.

“Are you ready then?” Bindi asked.

“Yes” Carly nodded, moving to take her place on the mats. Bindi followed her, appreciating the sway of the hockey coach’s hips and the way her curves exuded power. This should be fun, Bindi thought to herself, resisting the urge to jump Carly from behind; her sense of honour meant that this would be fair, at least until her extra experience began to tell.

“Let’s start then” Bindi said as Carly turned to face her and the fight began with Bindi immediately going on to the front foot, and closing in to aim a couple of quick slaps to Carly’s body. Bindi knew that they’d connected well enough, targeted as they were at the area between the bottom of Carly’s crop top and the waistband of her thong. Even as she saw her red hand print on the blonde’s lightly tanned skin, she was pleased to see that Carly didn’t shrink away from it after the first strike, staying in range instead to fling her first slap of the fight in return, landing on Bindi’s upper arm with a crack of palm on flesh. Bindi brushed it off of course, she’d been hit harder, but it showed her that she couldn’t afford to discount Carly’s chances completely given that the blonde had needed little persuasion to hit her back, unlike some newcomers. Now Bindi would up the ante, knowing she needed to make sure that she was the one who was pushing the tempo against a strong but inexperienced opponent. A slap landed to the cheek of the blonde now, not a hard blow but delivered with speed and accuracy. It wasn’t designed to hurt, but Bindi knew it would make Carly flinch a little the first time she took a slap to the face; as she did so, her hair came into range of Bindi to grab and reel her into a side headlock. Bindi cranked that hold a couple of times, enjoying to look of surprise on Carly’s face at finding her face smushed partly into the side of Bindi’s firm C cup breast for a moment.

Bindi allowed that surprise to percolate through Carly’s thoughts for a moment or two longer, and then she moved to flick her up and over her hip to the mat. In the heavy landing that followed for Carly, Bindi skilfully maintained her headlock so that she could ride her body across the blonde’s upper body. “Mmmmfffff!” Carly moaned, finding her voice just the slightest bit muffled by Bindi’s breast in her face as she pushed against the Indian woman’s arms. She fancied she was stronger than Bindi, but technique counted and she found that she couldn’t work her way free of the tight grasp that easily. That was a frustration for Carly. She’d expected to be able to hold her own through power, and instead Bindi had her under control early, moving her body a little more, just smothering the blonde to an increasing extent. While Carly didn’t panic, there was a look of concern on her face as she found her nose and mouth ever more covered by Bindi’s breasts, the soft orange fabric of the young Indian woman’s bikini not entirely unpleasant against her skin. “Submit?” Bindi enquired politely of the blonde who replied “No way….” before trying to get her arms around Bindi’s waist now, to see if she could shift her that way.

Bindi slapped her arms away now, which in turn eased the power of the headlock, allowing Carly to wriggle free of that only to find that she was cross pinned in a matter of moments by the Indian fighter and her wrestling expertise. Carly struggled against that, but found that she had a whole new set of problems to deal with; Bindi had her left hand pinned firmly to the mats, her grip of the blonde’s wrist giving her total control of that limb, while her right was trapped between Bindi’s thighs. “Oh dear….what a predicament” Bindi smirked just before her first slap crashed into the bare stomach of her coach with a resounding crack of palm on skin accompanied by a loud groan from Carly. “Bitch…” the blonde hissed, her attempts to wriggle and bridge quickly headed off by another loud, hard slap to the belly. Bindi felt total confidence, even as she felt Carly’s right hand manage to grab and squeeze her ass. That wasn’t going to have much of an impact on an experienced catfighter, but Bindi knew her next moves would have a great effect on any woman in their first fight. One more slap landed on the blonde’s tanned but unprotected belly, then in an instant, Bindi’s hand was searching beneath her tight fitting top, seeking a nipple that the Indian woman was delighted to find was already stiff to her touch. She made sure her nails just grazed it before she captured it between her thumb and forefinger, just rolling it lightly. She was surprised a little to find that it drew relatively little in the way of a response from Carly at first, then she twisted the nipple more harshly, casting a glance at the blonde to see the pain flare in her eyes, even if she still only voiced it with a quiet moan.

“Little slut….you like it!” Bindi challenged her, not caring if it was actually true or not. It was all about starting to get into the head of the athletic blonde now.

“Fuck off” Carly shot back smartly, denying it, even as she moaned again.

“Oh OK….my mistake” Bindi smirked, twisting the nipple harshly through another half a turn. Carly’s face betrayed that she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it, her fingers still pawing Bindi’s ass like that might make an impact somehow. Then she shrieked a little more loudly as Bindi’s nails traced across her breast roughly for a moment, before that punishment ended abruptly with Bindi slapping her belly hard again. “Bitch” Carly moaned, not having been hit like that too often before, if at all. She was unprepared for the ferocity of Bindi’s attacks so far as she still struggled to shake off the grip the Indian wrestler had of her wrist. She was even less well prepared for the way Bindi’s free hand was quickly inside her black lace thong now to maul her pussy. The hand inside the thong again drew no real response from the blonde, but the pussy maul that followed was a cruel and unusual punishment for her; she shrieked loudly in anguish now.

“OWWWWW….OHHHHHHH YOU!” she howled indignantly.

“Do you want to submit?” Bindi asked, pointing out “I’m only going to stop if you do!”

“NO….OWWWWWWWW…..FUCKING BITCH!” Carly complained as Bindi worked to maul her pussy some more now. “OWWWWWWW! YES…..I FUCKING SUBMIT!” Carly yelled out now, not pleased at all with herself at how this first fall had progressed, but she was at a disadvantage without the experience or the tools to deal with Bindi if the Indian girl got on top it seemed.

Bindi reached beneath Carly’s top just to tweak her nipple lightly one more time as she told her “you know, I should just take my shirt now Miss Harris….you fight like a little bitch”. She was smiling as she said it, but her words carried some steel, hoping to goad the blonde into fighting harder in the next fall. Or maybe just to goad her into an error of judgement.

“I’m hardly a match for you” Carly quietly replied, then a little more firmly she added “but a deal is a deal, you have to win two falls to claim your spot Bindi.”

“As you wish….we will take a break anyway before the second fall” Bindi declared and she offered a hand to help Carly up from the mats, fairly. Bindi knew that she was the more adept cat fighter, so she felt there was no real need to do anything underhand as both women went off the mats to sit, quietly at first with their own thoughts.

A minute or so had passed that way before Carly told Bindi “you’re really quite good at this aren’t you?”

“Thank you….I try, and I have had lots of practice” she smiled.

“It was a mistake for me to think I could come here and beat you I think” Carly admitted.

“You’re not doing badly” Bindi offered, suddenly wondering if the blonde might back out of the rest of the match. “And you don’t react like most girls do when I went after you tits Carly” she suggested.

“Bindi….you’re hardly the first woman to have her hands on these girls” the blonde laughed. “You are just somewhat rougher than they were!” she clarified.

“I can be…..less rough” Bindi smirked.

“Oh, we’re fighting you little bitch” Carly confirmed with a laugh. The look on her face suggested that she was still enjoying this, even if she wasn’t great at it.

“Very well….bitch” Bindi replied, though her voice was even, feeling no real malice towards the blonde who she was growing to admire more for her having come here to do this. Maybe she would toy with her a little now though, to have a little bit of an extended workout. “Shall we?” she asked, going a pace towards the match before pausing for a moment and electing to take off her own bikini top to fight topless as was so often her preference anyway.

“Bindi….why have you taken off your top?” Carly asked, a little confused.

“I usually like to fight topless with a worthy opponent Carly, but tonight I thought you might find it to be off putting” she told her blonde hockey coach. “Now though, I see that you would have been just fine with it, so I will fight topless” she explained.

“Oh…..so should I too?” Carly asked, a little hesitant.

“No, no...it’s not a challenge” Bindi smiled. “I have to earn that shirt you’re wearing remember!”

“Yes, you do” Carly agreed. The removal of Bindi’s bikini top, which had been covered quite a lot of her body when worn with her high waisted briefs, now showed her what great shape the young Indian wrestler was in.

“Ready?” Bindi asked her.

“Ready” Carly agreed. Almost immediately Bindi flicked out a sharp backhand to the belly, landing crisply, before she moved out of range of any counter. A pattern seemed likely to emerge then through the opening moments. Bindi would step in and out of range with some ease, delivering similar backhand shots to the body, or on a couple of occasions, slapping Carly’s DDs. Then she would skip out of range, making the blonde’s attempts to repay her look a little ponderous in return. That wasn’t really the case, and Bindi’s attacks were light, not really hurting her. It was just that as an inexperienced fighter, Carly found herself just struggling to anticipate and time her responses. Bindi smiled, prepared to keep this going a little longer so that she would get a good workout from the blonde. And then her expression changed, because she got careless and she got caught coming in by Carly who landed a punch right to the pit of her stomach. Was it a lucky shot, or was it a perfectly timed response? That was unclear, but what was clear as Bindi grunted “UMMFFF!” and just sagged forwards a little into Carly, was that the Indian fighter had found herself in a spot of trouble for the first time in this fight.

Would the blonde really know how to take advantage of the situation was now the big question, and she started well enough on that front, delivering a knee to the belly of Bindi to keep her winded. It was delivered with a degree of hesitancy, consistent with one having her first experience of such a match, but with Bindi already a little winded, it was still effective enough. Now Carly went on to the attack, and found herself unexpectedly in control of the fight for the first time. She might not have been an experienced catfighter. She certainly was nowhere near Bindi’s level in terms of wrestling abilities either, but she did have instinct on her side. She latched on to Bindi’s long brunette locks and started to rag the Indian girl’s head around by it now. Bindi moaned, and clipped a slap into Carly’s body before going to the hair herself, bringing a little surprised shriek from the blonde hockey coach. It was still the blonde who was having the better of it though, her grip of the hair giving her control of Bindi before she clipped a second right hand punch into the body. Bindi was learning quickly that prior experience in catfights or not had little bearing on whether a good punch to the belly was effective or not. She grunted again as it landed, and Carly felt her grip of her blonde hair just ease a little for a moment. A strong start to the round for the blonde woman, and now she made a grab for Bindi’s left breast with her right hand, recalling how the Indian had done the same to her in the short first fall. As she latched on to the nipple and twisted sharply, taking advantage of the fact Bindi had elected to fight topless, Bindi whined “OWWW...you bitch!”

Carly smiled, “told you I’d make you call me that!” she told Bindi, pleased to have at least forced the Indian woman, an experienced catfighter, to admit that she’d got her hurt for the first time here. Bindi herself was forced up onto her tip toes now while her face betrayed the pain whether she wanted to admit it or not. And Carly still held her hair with a good grip close to the scalp that suggested she was no total stranger to the idea of pulling hair either. Bindi struggled against it, slapping at Carly’s arms for a moment, hoping that might buy her some space, but the blonde held firm against it. Bindi moaned as her nipple was just twisted that little bit more; she had a plan to fight back though, of course.

Releasing her own grip of the hair, Bindi had one thing on her mind now; she would go after Carly’s tits in the same way as the blonde was currently working hers. Both hands free, she wanted to lift the hem of the blonde’s hockey shirt cum crop top, so that she could get free access to her breasts, something she achieved quickly even as Carly was able to march her backwards around the room by her combined grips of nipple and hair. Now Bindi went to a double grip of Carly’s breasts, for the moment gripping mostly the underside of each breast, while her thumbs flicked and pressed at the blonde’s nipples. “Come on then bitch...tit fight me!” Bindi challenged her light heartedly, pleased to see that Carly didn’t shrink away from it as she took her had out of Bindi’s long brunette locks and matched Bindi’s grip of both breasts, albeit electing for a double nipple twist instead. The battle lines were drawn for the moment, feet set in place at the centre of the mats, both women looking straight into the eyes of the other, searching for a weakness while trying to hide any of their own.

The moans of pain were stifled by both for now, perhaps a little more effectively by Bindi who was after all the more familiar with this kind of thing. Carly was hurting her though; the strong and athletic blonde was something of a natural it seemed. Bindi knew that it was time for her to up the ante again. “Bitch” Carly groaned as Bindi delivered a surprise knee lift into her belly then, still maintaining her grip of both breasts to ensure the blonde didn’t go down. In fact there was little chance of that. Carly’s abs were well toned enough to resist the breath snatching impact, but she moaned as Bindi upped the ante with her breast mauling. “I thought you liked it?” Bindi challenged her before it was she groaning “Uoooffhhh!” as Carly returned the favour with a knee of her own to the body. Once again, it had perhaps lacked the real snap of a move delivered by a woman confident in her fighting ability yet, and Bindi was frankly quite glad of that fact. She changed the question quickly for Carly now, using her grip of the breasts to pull the blonde in tighter against her for a moment so that she might surprise her with a lip lock. Sensual but forceful, it was a perfect way to take her coach aback a little, and her eyes betrayed the shock that she’d felt at the move from the Indian woman. Then she steadied herself a little, and started to kiss Bindi back, and it was all falling into place for Bindi, even if Carly didn’t yet realise it.

Bindi had thought that the blonde would kiss her back, and relax a little from the whole purpose of the contest. Most of the hockey team had always rumoured that Miss Harris liked the girls, even that geek Beth had thought it, Bindi smiled inwardly. Now, it felt like that was an established fact confirmed in the way the blonde wasn’t even trying to pull away from her. A few moments more Bindi thought to herself, making sure that Carly Harris was fully into her. Then the cruel knee lift that Bindi used to connect with her pussy was delivered with complete and devastating surprise! Carly broke off the liplock, her lips instead forming the perfect O of surprise as she stumbled forward into Bindi whose breast grip was the only thing stopping her from crumpling to the mat. Bindi held her there for a moment, even whispered “sorry” in her ear, before she slipped a hand between Carly’s legs and delivered an impressive body slam to plant the blonde at the centre of the mats. Flat on her back, Carly was staring up at the strip lights in the room, still trying to catch her breath as Bindi dropped an elbow across her breasts. A move to soften Carly up, Bindi felt that it was time to put the blonde away for today, though she wondered if she may be a possible future opponent for her as well.

She took up a reverse schoolgirl position, sat on the breasts, rather than the face of the blonde for a moment, succeeding in trapping one arm beneath her legs as she did so. Carly had one hand free to try and counter, she chose to grab the waistband of the back of Bindi’s high waisted bikini, attempting to pull it into a wedgie, though the higher waist meant that she struggled to really get the leverage to do it well enough to matter. Bindi slapped her belly, now a target much easier to find given the way she’d forced her cropped shirt up to expose most of her torso. Carly groaned and tried to kick and squirm, hoping to try and dislodge the Indian wrestler whose balance was impeccable though. “Are you stuck?” Bindi teased lightly, from her position of strength.

“Yes!” Carly admitted, a little frustrated at her predicament.

“So, do you submit then?” Bindi asked her.

“No way. You’ve got to make me!” the blonde told her.

“Well, what are you going to do then? I can sit here all night!” Bindi smiled. And then she baited a trap for Carly to stumble straight into as she suggested “maybe use those strong legs to force me off you!” to the struggling blonde as she delivered a slap to her thigh.

The blonde considered the matches that she had seen in the past, realised what it was that Bindi was suggesting to her, and decided that she liked her chances at least enough to give it a go. She swung her legs back to wrap them around the body of the Indian wrestler who waited on it patiently, gave Carly just the briefest of moments of hope that she might be winning the test of strength, the promptly leaned back and secured her legs to prevent any chance of escape. “Got you!” Bindi triumphantly declared, despite the struggles of the blonde hockey coach. The Indian wrestler had just the thing to subdue Carly completely now. As she leaned forward, she simply buried her face in the crotch of the surprised blonde, eased her lace thong to one side with her teeth before she used her tongue to great effect, hungrily searching her womanhood. Bindi felt Carly shudder with pleasure beneath her almost immediately. She felt the tension and the power go out of her legs too at the same time as she sighed “ooohhhhh…..you dirty bitch!” airily. There was quite frankly, a degree of admiration about the voice of the suddenly beleaguered blonde.

Bindi gave her no quarter now, knowing she had Carly folded awkwardly, and knowing that she was going to take the blonde’s breath away now, before she would use her breathlessness to defeat her. Bindi’s tongue searched Carly’s pussy now, while at the same time she slapped and pawed the blonde’s ass. “Hey!” Carly protested, but it was quickly followed by a long, airy moan of “mmmmmm...Bindi!” as she felt the work of the Indian woman starting to overwhelm her. It wasn’t that she’d never had a girl take control of her like this before, but it hadn’t followed them beating her in a catfight before. It was a heady cocktail of emotions and senses that had her quite frankly very quickly at the edge of an orgasm that it was already taking all of her self control to just about hold off.

“Ooohhhh…..mmmmmm. Bindiiii!” Carly screamed, trapped still in that folded position, Bindi expertly tongue fucking her, treating her sexually like she had found herself trapped in some sort of sexual fantasy. Carly Harris didn’t notice that Bindi was also getting closer and closer to sealing the victory with each slight movement that folded Carly a little bit more, drove her that little bit nearer to orgasm, and moved Bindi’s ass closer and closer to sitting squarely on the blonde’s now flushed face. Tellingly, Carly had pretty much stopped struggling as well now; she was mesmerised by Bindi’s expert method of attack. And then two things happened quickly for the blonde. First Bindi’s tongue really found the mark at exactly the same time as the Indian fighter pawed her ass more roughly than she had been. The blonde simply howled in pleasure at that point, squirting almost uncontrollably in an orgasm that rocked her to her very core. Then her moans and groans were cut off in their prime as Bindi completed the reverse face sit to smother her. This was totally new ground for the blonde as Bindi released her legs now, letting them fall back to the mat before she latched on to the blonde’s nipples, taking advantage of how they already stood to attention for her. She tweaked them lightly, just teasing Carly rather than really hurting her. Bindi knew that the blonde was finished as she lay flat out beneath her, recovering from the shattering orgasm.

“Don’t forget to submit” Bindi told her, helpfully adding “I know you’re struggling to breathe down there!” as she just rolled her hips gently to make sure Carly realised she could make the predicament worse for her if she needed to. There was a muffled noise from the blonde hockey coach not, not clear to hear, but Bindi knew very well what she had said. She lifted her ass just off Carly’s face and asked her “did you submit?”

“Yes, I submit Bindi. You win” Carly confirmed. She wasn’t angry or mad at the Indian girl now. Far from it. She’d been shown a window on a world she’d been vaguely aware of before, but not to this level of knowledge. “You’re very good” she gasped, a little breathless as Bindi got off her.

“What at?” Bindi smirked as she pulled the blonde in close to her. Carly thought for a moment that Bindi was going to kiss her. Instead she grabbed her crop top, made from the shirt she coveted for the hockey team, and pulled it off over Carly’s head to leave her in just her black lace thong. “I think this is mine…” she told the blonde, and then she pecked her cheek lightly. “You did pretty well for a newbie Miss Harris”

“Bindi, after that you must call me Carly...I insist!” the blonde smiled.

“Well Carly” Bindi smiled, “if you agreed to fight me again another time, and you can make me submit even just once, I promise I’ll call you anything you like!” the Indian woman offered.

“It might just be a deal Bindi” Carly agreed. “You should let me recover from this though. Maybe even have some matches. Then you might find me more ready for you than I was this time...especially with your special style” the blonde said.

“Oh I hope so” Bindi agreed. “You should let me know if you need any help finding an opponent. I have some contacts” Bindi told her. “I’m sure I can help find someone suitable for you. You could be quite good with practice you know. You have an amazing body for a catfighter, that’s for sure” Bindi admitted. She made the blonde hockey coach blush just a little with that point, no matter how accurate her evaluation was.

“Well, I’ll let you know when I’m ready to try another match” Carly said. “And maybe you could be in my corner to help me out a little bit with pointers?” she asked.

Bindi considered that point for a moment. “I’ll be there if you need me” she agreed. “I want you to be ready for me if you fight me again, so I’ll help you out” she told the blonde. Of course, the calculating mind of the Indian woman also realised that helping Carly would be a good way to track her progress too. Then Bindi quickly threw on her own clothes and left Carly Harris there in the mat room, alone with her thoughts to consider how it had gone for her, and just how much she had enjoyed her first experience of a rules catfight.