Jess vs. Sam – The Winner Fucks the Loser 

Jess knelt on the soft mat, stretching her shoulders and rolling her neck. Her bikini was dark blue, tight against her breasts and high on her waist. On the other side of the room was her opponent. She had blonde hair tied into a ponytail, a green bikini, and was smiling as if she knew something Jess didn’t. 

They’d agreed to wrestle for three five-minute rounds. Whoever spent more time on top, or made the other submit, won the loser as her prize. In the fourth round, everything was allowed – all three holes could be used for the victor’s pleasure. At the side of the mats was a table with handcuffs, a ball-gag, a stap-on dildo, a vibrator, a butt plug, and a riding crop. 

The two women had met online. They shared a fantasy of overpowering another female, making her submit, and using her body as she pleased. They were both in their early twenties, physically fit and competitive. It was the first time they’d met in person. 

Her opponent said her name was Sam. Jess didn’t know if that was her real name. She didn’t care. All she wanted to do was strip off her bikini, force her into submission and have her way with her.

They’d exchanged trash talk over dm’s.  Jess had told Sam she was going to make her cum on the mats, use the dildo on all of her holes and torture her with the vibrator. Sam said she’d never done anal before, but she didn’t plan to start any time soon. Jess couldn’t wait to have her way with this beautiful blonde stranger. 

Round 1

Sam asked “are you ready”, and Jess said “yup”, with less confidence than she’d meant. Sam hit the timer, and the two girls moved towards each other, relishing what was to come. 

They met in the middle of the mats and locked hands, both giggling with nerves. Sam was thick. Her waist was wide, her thighs were broad, and her breasts were full and bouncy. Her blonde hair swished across her shoulders as they pushed each other, looking for an opening. 

Jess had never wrestled before.  As she was trying to figure out her first move, Sam grabbed her wrist with one hand, hooked her tricep with the other, then pulled. Suddenly Jess was falling forward. She put her hands out to stop herself, and while she was on all fours, Sam quickly moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her waist. She was stuck.

Jess wondered what had just happened. The movement was so quick and smooth. Then Sam started to pull her in a different direction, and before she could resist she was on her side, with Sam on top of her. 

Sam wrapped Jess’ arm around her face and grabbed her wrist, putting her in a gift-wrap. Jess bucked and twisted, but Sam controlled her, riding the movement like a surfer on a wave. 

Soon Jess found herself breathing heavily. Her heart was racing and she was sweating. Sam wasn’t stronger than Jess, but she was dominating her with ease. Jess’s escape attempts weren’t working. She was just getting tired. 

Jess felt Sam’s free hand slide around her back to the string of her bikini top. Jess tried to resist, but Sam untied it and Jess felt the material slide off her chest. Sam giggled and said, “let’s see those little titties.”

Jess’s breasts were a B cup. They were perky, and her nipples were pink. Now that they were free, Sam started to lick and suck on Jess’s nipples, making them hard. Jess felt a tingle between her legs and a bit of fight leave her body. 

Until now, Sam had been quietly working, but then she started to taunt Jess. She called her a little slut who wasn’t fighting back because she just wanted to be fucked. Jess said “fuck you”, genuinely annoyed, as she’d come to the match wanting to win. 

Jess’s resistance only turned Sam on more. She laughed again and started to lick Jess’s face and ear. Jess screamed in frustration and bucked again, trying to get off of bottom position, but Sam held her down. Sam kissed Jess, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Jess turned her head away, and Sam whispered in her ear, “you better get used to me being inside you.” 

At that moment the buzzer went for the end of round one. Sam giggled and stood up, walking over to her side of the mat to rest. Jess laboured up off the ground, exhausted after just five minutes. She was slick with sweat, and her boobs bounced free as she went to her corner. 

Jess had her back to Sam as she was drinking water. She didn’t look over, but she could feel Sam’s eyes on her ass. It was firm and muscular, framed nicely in her dark blue thong.  

She couldn’t believe how difficult it had been to escape from Sam’s grip. Every time she tried to escape just lead to a worse position. Jess turned around – Sam was staring at her, smirking. Jess briefly wondered if she’d made a mistake.

Round 2

The buzzer went for the start of the second round. Jess tied her dark hair up, trying to buy a few more seconds of recovery time. Sam bounced into the middle of the ring, as fresh as when they’d started. 

Jess told herself to focus. If she could get on top this round the wrestling would be easier. Carrying Sam’s weight on the bottom was too draining. 

Sam looked deep into Jess’s eyes and said with a sinister smile, “I’m going to make you beg.” 

With a flush of rage, Jess pushed Sam, and to her surprise, Sam fell backwards from her knees to her ass, taken off-guard. Jess seized her moment, throwing herself on top of Sam. Sam wrapped her legs around Jess’s waist, and Jess grabbed Sam's wrists and pinned them to the floor. 

“Not so tough now, are you?”, said Jess. She was thrilled at being on top of Sam, finally in a dominant position. Jess licked at Sam’s neck and chest, then said “do you like being on the bottom you little whore?” Jess spat on Sam’s face then leant back to try to pry open Sam’s legs to get to a better position. 

But as Jess leant back, Sam sat up and used her hips to push Jess backwards. Jess felt herself collapse, and Sam ended up sitting on Jess’s chest.

Jess’s heart sank as the evil little smirk came back to Sam’s face. “Oh no, look what’s happened. Pathetic little Jess is on the bottom again.” Sam laughed and rode Jess like a bull as she bucked and jerked, trying to get free. 

After a few attempts, she was tired again, and this time she was in the worst position of the match so far. All of the adrenaline pumping through her when she was on top was gone. She let herself rest for a second, and when she did, Sam slid her knees over her arms, pinning Jess completely. 

Sam giggled and turned around. Jess knew exactly what was happening. She reached back and untied the knot on her bikini bottoms. Jess felt her thong fall loose around her hips. Her pussy was exposed – she was completely naked. 

Sam threw aside the panties and immediately started rubbing Jess’s pussy. Her fingers circled her clit and labia, rubbing hard and fast. Jess was already wet, helpless to stop Sam from having her way. 

Jess bridged up with her hips, trying somehow to break free, but this just made it easier for Sam to access her vagina. As she dropped her hips, Sam slid her fingers inside and started to massage her G-spot. 

Jess lay helpless as Sam rubbed and penetrated her pussy. She tried to stop herself, but she started to moan. Jess sighed a hopeless, “fuck”.

Sam seemed to be loving dominating Jess in this position. “Do you like it when I finger your wet little hole? Yes? Ok then I’ll keep doing it!”. Jess wanted to respond but all she could do was moan as Sam kept pounding her pussy relentlessly with her fingers. 

“There’s a good girl, give Sam your pussy to play with.”

“That’s it… stay there. I know you love being a little whore for Sammy.” 

It was only a matter of time. Jess felt the orgasm start deep in her pussy, building into stronger and stronger waves. Sam could feel it too, so kept the same rhythm of fingering Jess’s clit and penetrating her vagina.

Jess kept trying to escape, but the closer she came to cumming, the less she tried to fight. She hated it, but Sam’s trash talking was making it harder to resist. Eventually, she lay still, closed her eyes, and let the orgasm rip through her body. Sam looked down at Jess’s face between her legs, savouring every second of her opponent’s delightful suffering. As Jess came, Sam said “there’s a good gill, come for Sammy”, which made the orgasm more intense. 

When she was finished, Sam stood up off Jess and walked over to her corner, leaving Jess lying exhausted, covered in her own juices in the middle of the mats. The buzzer went, and Jess realised it was only the end of the second round. 

Jess crawled over to her corner and sat against the wall. She sucked on her water bottle, drew in deep breaths, and looked at Sam. Sam looked back over at her, grinning. Her beautiful body was tanned and strong. She was sweaty and her cheeks were pink, but she still looked fresh. Sam had a beautiful big round ass, muscular and fatty, which looked incredible in her green bikini. As Jess sat naked, she realised she’d failed to remove any of Sam’s clothes. 

Round 3

The buzzer went for the start of the third round. Jess continued to draw deep, heavy breaths. Her face was bright red, and she hadn’t recovered from the previous five minutes. 

Sam closed the lid on her water bottle and put it aside. “Come on Jessie! We still have one more round of fun!”. Sam untied the knot on the side of her thong and slid it off. Jess looked at her little shaved pussy, wondering why she’d taken off her bottoms, but hopeful it might give her a better chance.

Jess crawled into the middle of the ring, her head drooping, her tits swinging under her chest. She could barely lift her knees enough to clear the mats. Sam met her in the middle. Jess rose to battle Sam in a final stand, but Sam ducked under her arm and got behind her. She mercilessly dragged Jess onto her back and climbed on top of her. Sam positioned her bare pussy and asshole on Jess’s face, and started to slide backwards and forwards. Jess tried to turn her head away but it was futile. Sam was doing as she pleased. 

Sam started to moan and squeeze her own breasts, loving the feeling of Jess’s face on her pussy. Jess’s arms were pinned under Sam’s legs as she rode her like a cowgirl. Sam threw her head back and said, “that’s what a winner tastes like.” Sam kept riding, sometimes stopping to spread her ass cheeks, making sure her asshole was on Jess’s nose and lips. When she did, she shook her ass from side to side, looking down over her shoulder at Jess and laughing. Her huge cheeks covered Jess and made it difficult to breathe. Jess lay helpless and took the humiliation.

Sam lay forward and started to rub Jess’s pussy again whilst still pinning her arms to the mat. She used one hand to finger inside Jess’s vagina, and the other to massage her clit. Jess wriggled and squirmed, but she couldn’t get Sam’s fingers out her pussy. This time her orgasm came on much faster, and she yelped as she came for a second time. Sam said with glee “Good girl! You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? You’re going to cum for Sammy again and again!” 

Mercilessly Sam kept going. Jess struggled frantically, her pussy throbbing with all of the stimulation. Sam said “let’s see how many orgasms we can get out of you before the round ends”, but it was too much. Jess shouted “I surrender! I surrender! Please stop!” Sam smiled, shook her ass on Jess’s face again, and threw her hair back triumphantly. 

Sam looked down at Jess and smirked, “Well, I thought you’d at least make it to the end of the match. But it seems my little bitch has given up. I guess that means you’re mine to do with as I please.” 

Jess lay helpless on the mat, exhausted, defeated, humiliated, and dreading what was next.

Pt.2 coming soon.