The Tigress Wrestling Club Ch. 02

I guess I kept giving off weird looks in the gym all week. As I was on the bike machines, I would feel the tingles and I kept making weird faces. I was thinking about pinning my sweaty, beautiful opponent down to the ground, having my victory shouted out to the world, and then fucking her, face down ass up, until she begged like a whore. I must have involuntarily placed my hand near my crotch and scared off a few girls. Oh well.

I had been pumping iron and hitting the mats harder than I ever have. I wanted to be in the little wrestling club, and I wanted to win, dammit. If there is one thing I cannot abide it is losing. And the humiliation afterwards...blech. No. Not for me. I pushed myself to the limit, a la an 80's movie training montage, without the ridiculous hair and cheesy music. No, my hair was long and red and straight and perfectly natural, thank you very much.

Friday took its sweet time rolling around. Samantha shot me a text. It was fairly straightforward- bring yourself and any toys you might want to use to the gym on Friday at 9:30 in the evening. More details will be provided there. So I coaxed and goaded and jerked my awful car into the gym's parking lot at 9:15, picked up my bag with my favorite black strap on in it and entered the gym.

Samantha was waiting there, chatting idly with the girl that worked the desk. She looked at me and smiled her confident smile. Yes, I was there early because I was eager, dammit. I really wanted to be in that circle. She didn't say a word as she beckoned me over with her finger and led me to her office. A quick hand motion to the chair was all it took to plant my firm butt in the chair opposite hers and set my bag down near my feet.

"So let's clear up a few things before we throw you in the circle. First of all, you are going to have to agree not to make a fuss about what should happen to you in the ring," she looked me up and down, "should the worst befall you. We have insurance so we can pay for any injuries, but none have happened so I wouldn't worry about it. You have to do everything the winner says and should you win the loser has to do whatever you say."

I nodded. Seemed reasonable to me.

"Secondly, we have very strict rules for attire. We provide you with bikinis and ask you to wear them. We of course trust you to look decent in them, but I don't think we will have an issue with that. If your opponent strips you, you must leave that article of clothing off."

I nodded again. Hell, I was excited for a chance to show off the body I had worked on for months.

"Well, those are the big rules. Try and be a good sport, win or lose, and trust your moral compass. We demand high standards here at the Tigress, and I think you will do well. So let's discuss the little issue of money."

I gave off a concerned look. Hell, I was so excited about the prospect of fighting and fucking on camera that I didn't even think about getting paid for it. I scratched my head. It technically was pornography, so it made sense if we were paid for the acts performed. "Ok, how much?"

"2,000 dollars if you lose. 5,000 dollars if you win. Both of these numbers can go up for tournaments and certain stipulations, and our popular girls can earn quite a lot of money for themselves. Oh, and if you're in the league, you don't have to pay gym fees."

I thought I heard a thud from my jaw hitting the floor. 5,000 dollars...wow. That would pay rent for a whole year. To get paid that much for something you wanted to do already was almost overbearing.

Samantha raised an eyebrow and the edges of her lips curved into a subtle smile. "I take it that is a yes?"

I nodded stupidly.

"Good. The only thing you have to do is sign the contract." She produced an official looking paper from one of her desk drawers and pushed it towards me on the desk. I grabbed a pen and signed my name on the dotted line and looked up.

"So, we're all set?" I probed.

Samantha nodded. "We certainly are. Your first match will be tonight. Your opponent will be Angel. I understand you know her?"

Oh Angel. A proud Latina girl who tore through all the martial arts classes. I had gone against her a few times and managed to hold my own, so I wasn't afraid of the coming match. And the girl was absolutely embonpoint. She had the biggest, roundest, most beautiful rear I had ever had the fortune to look upon. I bit my lip, thinking how nice it would look high in the air as I took her.

"Already excited, are you?" She chuckled. "Head back to the little locker room back there. Your bikini is already laid out. We will buzz you in and then you will be wrestling. Sound good?"

"Yes. Let's do it."

"I hope you bring that attitude with you on the mat. The match should start soon, so I would recommend heading out." A twinkle of mischief flashed in her eye. I got up, got my bag and headed to the locker room. Samantha was true to her word and there was a black bikini on the bench in the cramped locker room. I slipped out of my people clothes and put it on. Samantha must have guessed my size and she guessed correctly. And I looked really good in it. It really stood out against my pale skin and the small bits of cloth held up my breasts spectacularly.

I was getting really caught up in admiring myself before I remembered where I was. Wrestling. Right. I began to stretch as much as I could in the cramped room and get myself hyped up for the match. Angel was one of the fiercest competitors in the classes and I knew this would be a titanic struggle. I had tussled with her a few times and she had a slight edge. That wasn't ideal but she was beatable. All I had to do was keep a low center of gravity and try and tie her up with submissions. That, and try not to be stripped and fingered.

Whew. Alright. I was done with my stretching routine when the buzzer in the room went off. I stepped out in my black bikini and looked around. Angel was there and I gawped at her. Her thighs were tree trunks, holding up a derriere that was even more round than I had remembered. The tight white bikini barely held out against her double D breasts and the bikini bottoms hugged her massive hips.

"What? See something you like, honey?" She taunted as the camerawoman went up to her. She turned around to show off her backside.

The camerwoman came over to me. "Oh yes, I can't wait to fuck you, hard." I shot back. She was looking me up and down as well.

"On your marks!" The order was barked out by one of the young scorekeepers. We got on our marks and hunkered down into our stances.

"3!"

I looked over at my opponent. She was smiling a manic, depraved sort of smile, probably thinking about all of the wicked things she wanted to do to me. I smiled back. I wanted to fuck her just as badly, don't you worry.

"2!"

I felt my breath becoming heavy. All of my muscles ached for combat. I was ready and willing to go. I wanted to go against this woman to feel my flesh against hers to bring her to heel and dominate her.

"1!"

Almost game time. Almost time to wreck this woman's world. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists. Time to go.

"Begin!"

Angel blitzed at me. She was quicker than she looked and she quickly enveloped me in her arms and threw me down to the mat. I looked up at her in complete shock. She snickered at me, standing above me and looking down on me. She quickly grabbed one of my legs and contorted my ankle into a painful ankle lock. I tried to roll out of it but she matched it. Soon I was on my belly.

Angel was merciless in her application of the hold. She twisted my ankle and every pull sent waves of pain through my leg.

"Submit! I submit!" I shouted. I slapped the mat. I was starting off a submission down. Fuck. I picked myself up and tried out my ankle. It hurt but I wasn't injured. I got back on my mark and huffed. Angel sneered.

"Are you going to squeal when I fuck you?" She flitted her eyes at me as she asked.

"Begin!" A voice rang out across the room.

"I am going to smack your big ass so hard your mother will feel it," I replied.

Angel approached with a little more caution and I too advanced slowly. She put her hands up, offering a test of strength. I gladly accepted. I pushed her back with all that I could and I felt her giving ground. Just as I was about to push her to the floor she launched herself back and performed an upkick. She pulled my arms and the momentum sent me flying over her into the mat with an "Oof!"

She scrambled on top of me and held my arms down against the mat. I was lying supine and was looking straight up into her big brown eyes. She licked her lips and kissed me, deeply. She introduced her tongue into my mouth and I tried to pull away but she mirrored my every move and held on. I felt her legs wrapping around mine, making me completely immobile. I thrashed and wriggled only to be held in place by my opponent.

Finally she withdrew and I gulped down the air. A look of relief spread over my face. The cruel smile that was on her face was my first hint that something was awry. She pushed her body up and then smothered me with her massive tits. I tried to shake her off of me.

I could her laughing as I tried to escape the hold. There was a massive struggle for air which I eventually won, bucking and kicking enough to get her off. My face was red with shame and exertion and she gave me no respite. This time I was a little quicker on the uptake and ended up getting her on her back with my legs straddling her curvy waist. I twisted her neck into a particularly cruel Ezekiel choke and she was soon gasping for air and clawing at me, trying to get me off of her. She thrust her hips powerfully and I was soon dumped off to the side of her. We both leapt at each other again and she heaved me to the ground. I was face down when I felt my bikini top's strings being pulled. Soon after, I found my arms being pulled up forcing me into an incredibly painful surfboard hold.

The camerawoman zoomed in on my tits and my face burned with humiliation. Angel rocked back and forth making the hold that much more excruciating. I was ready to cry out my submission when the savior from the sideline called time. She let me down and I rested on the mat for a second. I didn't pick up my bikini top. It didn't seem sportsmanlike. Or sportswomanlike. Whatever. I was breathing heavily as I approached my mark. A sidelong glance at Angel was enough to see that she was barely even sweating. Crap.

"On your marks!" We both crouched down into our wrestling stances once again.

"I bet you like it when your tits are squeezed when you're fucked, whore." Angel hissed.

"And I am going to pull your hair when I take you from behind, slut," My voice was pure venom.

"Begin!"

We both had our hands in front of us, ready to defend our tight bodies. I made a slow circle, seeking any weakness she had any lapse in movement. But no. Angel was perfect and her form was flawless. She sprang at me and quickly swung me down to the mat. She flipped me over on my front and wrenched my leg into a painful single-leg Boston crab. With her free hand she skillfully untied my bikini bottoms which left me nude and helpless. She began to play with my clitoris sending tingles of pleasure up my spine as she racked my leg. I slapped the mat in submission and she let me go.

I did not hurry to get back to my mark. Angel was talented with martial skills and with certain more...illicit skills and I felt no need to get punished by both. She looked at me the way I imagine lions look at wounded gazelles and I shuddered at the thought of being had by her. I put on a more serious face and bent my legs. I didn't feel like getting fucked. My firecrotch was exposed to the world. It wasn't quite a jungle or anything but I had gone a bit without shaving and it showed. Angel found it with her eyes and smirked.

"Begin!" Angel charged at me and I sent her crashing to the mat with a perfectly timed hip toss. I jumped on top of her and held one of her arms in a kimura as I undid her bikini bottoms. I then put a ton of pressure on her shoulder and she bellowed out her submission. When she stood up the bikini bottoms practically melted off of her, revealing a Brazilian wax. I giggled and she shot me a dirty look. The playfulness that was on her face earlier was gone; she was officially livid now. Crap.

We both went back to our spots. "Begin!" Angel was taking no chances this time and advanced slowly, cautiously, eyes alert to any possibility. She grabbed a fistful of my bright red hair and tucked my head between her strong legs. I could feel her shaking her ass before coming down to the mat. Pain surged through the crown of my skull and I held my head in my hands. Angel used the opportunity to wrap her legs around my head all but forcing my nose into her exposed sex.

The vice grip of her thighs and the smell of her warm sex were almost overwhelming. I felt myself getting woozy and had to fight to remain in the waking world. I tried to roll and twist away from my captor but her legs were too strong. I tapped the side of her thigh, signaling my submission and she let me go. I lay on the mat for a few seconds, trying to suck in all the air I could after such a struggle. I picked myself up after a few seconds and found my way back to my mark.

"Begin!" Angel darted towards me once again. She jumped into the air to try and bring the full force of her weight down on me. I grabbed her out of the air and squeezed her into a painful bear hug. Her beautiful breasts were right in my face as I did my best to squeeze the fight out of this woman. Her struggles did nothing and she soon yelled out her submission, just in time. The referee women announced that the second round was over and we disentangled.

Standing a few feet away from Angel, I thought she looked the way fertility goddesses ought to look. The thin veneer of sweat coating her body made her glow under the lights and a long tangle of raven hair went down below her shoulders. And her hips...whew. The thin eyeliner she had on to accentuate her lovely brown eyes was beginning to smear. In that moment I wanted her like nothing else in the world and I was willing to do anything to have her.

"On your marks!"

There wasn't any trash-talking this round. We were both focused like lasers and primed to go at each other.

"Begin!"

I lurched forward to try and wrest her to the ground but Angel was ready for me. She put me into a vicious headlock as I struggled against her and gasped for air. With her free hand she pinched my nipple and twisted. I grunted, trying to fight off both the pleasure and the powerful woman behind me. She began to hump me as well, probably with the intention of humiliating me. Finally a blunt elbow to Angel's side was enough to dislodge me and I spun around, ready to attack again. She jumped at me and I dodged it to the side. A quick foot out was enough to trip her and I maneuvered so her gut landed on my left knee.

I spanked her twice while she was over my knee and she yelped. I pushed her off of me and tried to pin her down. Angel pushed her legs up and I slid off of her. She was on top of me in a second pinning my shoulders down. I struggled mightily and got my shoulder up before a three count. Her breasts jiggled as she tussled with me and I could feel myself getting more turned on than I already was. She backed off of me and we both stood up, ready to attack each other once again.

We wrapped up with each other, trying to find some leverage to dominate each other. Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. I grabbed her ample hips to try and throw her and she grabbed mind. We circled around each other, snarling and weakly attempting to bring each other low.

"Time!"

One of the referees signaled out little bout was over. Samantha must have sneaked into the room while I was wrestling because she was there, talking to the referees for a bit before walking to the center of the ring.

"The winner is...Angel!" The little dramatic pause made my heart sink and the fact that Angel won made it sink even lower.

She snickered and patted my head, patronizingly. "Wait right here, sweetie, I will be back in a second." She entered her locker room and emerged a moment later with a purple strap-on around her hips. I gasped.

"On your knees."

I hit my knees and tried to cover my face, to save myself some embarrassment.

"Oh no honey, I want the camera to see all the freckles I am about to fuck off of you." She pushed my hands down, turned around and gyrated her beautiful behind right in my face. "Weren't you staring at it? Come on, I bet you want to kiss it."

"No, please," I said in a timorous tone.

"Kiss my ass, slut." I pecked her bum.

"No, skank, you can do better." She demanded. I kissed her butt more passionately this time. A light laugh showed she was satisfied and she turned around, forcing the sexual toy in my face.

"Suck it. Make it nice and wet, because I am going to make you orgasm with it." I wrapped my lips around the strap on and sucked. Angel forced the toy deeper into my mouth and placed her hand on top of my head. I gagged which she seemed to enjoy and she thrust the strap on deeper and deeper into my throat. The feeling of being dominated, as much as hate to admit it, left me feeling incredibly turned on and my sex was deluged, priming my pussy for sweet sexual satisfaction.

After a minute or two Angel withdrew and pushed me onto the mat. She pushed my legs apart and entered me. I gasped as I felt the slick toy enter my pedals and a predatory smile spread over Angel's face. The woman began with long slow thrusts skillfully reaching parts of me that I had never felt before. With every movement of her hips her large breasts bounced up and down and I felt myself moaning with sexual ecstasy.

Angel began to increase the frequency of the insertion, excruciatingly building up my orgasm. She grabbed my nipples with both of her hands and played with them titillating me even more. My leg began to shake with anticipation and my toes curled.

"Are you ready to cum, slut?" Angel asked in a stentorian tone.

"Yes, oh god, yes!" I grunted.

Angel cruelly withdrew the toy, staving off my orgasm, or so I thought. With her thumb, she played with my clitoris and with two fingers she pumped my wet, aching vagina. All it took was a few seconds before I shuddered and screamed and shook out my powerful orgasm. I squirted for the first time, leaking a flood of my sweet honey onto the mat.

Angel gave a satisfied smile, seeing my juices on the mat. "I knew you were the type." She leaned down and locked lips with me as she removed her strap on. She forced her tongue into my mouth and I let her, feeling completely overwhelmed by her skillful and strong sensuality. She shifted her body up and sat her rear right on my face. I grabbed her legs, trying to please my domme and that earned me a little chuckle. I was glad that my face was hidden so I wouldn't have to face my shame, humiliation, and degradation at the hands of Angel. Even if I was under her rear.

Time must have been up because she got off of me. She stood over me, legs spread over my trembling body. "You're pretty good. Not as good as me of course. But I would like to train with you sometime. I will catch you around." With that she walked over to her locker room and entered. I tried to get up and nearly fell over, my legs were so weak. I managed my way over to my locker room and sat down on the bench.

My first bout could have gone better, I thought. Even if I did get an earth shattering orgasm out of it. I hunched over, still breathing heavy from the fight and the fun I had after. I wanted another chance to fight and win. I pulled my street clothes on and threw my bag over my shoulder. I was walking bow-legged out of the gym. Next time, Angel won't know what hit her. I am going to train with her and be the one on top afterwards. I limped my way through the gym. I ran into Samantha, who blew me a kiss good night on the way out.