Mike and Anna

[judolover]

Here's a story I wrote for a woman I was in email contact with a while back...she suddenly stopped contacting me after I sent her this, even though I'm pretty sure she liked it...I'd love to know what she thought of it if she's reading this...?? and how she is...? She'll recognise it even though I've changed the names in it...Hopefully someone will like it even though its original dedicatee disappeared from my virtual life...

Mike and Anna faced each other across the mat. This fight had been brewing for quite a while. Mike knew of Anna's reputation - that she was skilled, quick, strong and determined...but he was in absolutely no doubt that he would beat her convincingly. He couldn't even begin to imagine the idea of losing to a woman. It wasn't that he was particularly sexist - he just had total belief in his own masculine strength combined with his MMA ability, and it simply didn't occur to him that a woman could beat him. She may be able to give him a fight for a while...but she could never actually win against him. He could see from the way she was facing him that she wasn't going to be a pushover. She seemed to exude quiet confidence. Her weight was evenly balanced, she was breathing steadily and regularly, she was watching him carefully, not taking her eyes off him, but she gave no appearance of fear or apprehension whatsoever. It was as though she was sizing him up. She didn't appear to be looking at him lustfully, although she might well have been, as Mike was a very attractive man. He was about 6', with blonde, mid-length hair, and well-chiselled features with particularly deep eyes - but it was his body that women found very sexy. Being in the military, he was extremely fit - his muscles were well-defined, although not abnormally so - he had a deep, manly chest with sculpted pecs, abs that were clearly taut and developed, and most of all powerful biceps that made it quickly clear that he possessed huge upper body strength. He was not in fact fully aware of just how attractive he was to women - which of course made him even more attractive.

Mike had no idea what Anna was thinking, which was just as well. In fact she was feeling a mixture of emotions. Firstly, she was already very turned on by the sight of Mike's strong, well-developed body and the prospect that she was shortly going to be in close physical proximity with him - touching his skin, inhaling his manly scent, as they fought hand-to-hand. She loved to fight for its own sake - she loved the sense of struggle, the developing narrative of the fight, the moment when the man realized he wasn't going to have it all his own way, the look of panic in his eyes when he realized that he might actually lose, and of course the final triumph as she asserted her superior feminine dominance over him and forced his total submission - she loved these things for their own sake, but there was no denying that there was a strong sexual element in it for her. She didn't fully understand it herself - she frequently climaxed in the course of a fight, sometimes without her opponent even knowing, and she sometimes wondered whether she didn't prefer fighting and the sexual thrill she got from it to the actual act of lovemaking itself. But she didn't worry about it - she was happy to just enjoy the intense sexual feelings she got from the whole process of the fight. Starting now - as she gazed at Mike's taut, muscled body, and looked deep into his eyes...she already felt a tingling and the first stirrings of excitement between her legs. But it wouldn't do to think too much about that at the moment - there was a lot of work ahead before she could give in to the feelings of arousal and allow herself to indulge fully in them.

Of course the fact that she was topless was a big part of the sexual tension between them. It made her laugh how gullible men were about this. She fought topless for one reason only - because she knew it gave her an advantage, as the man was always distracted by her breasts. But she always brought the subject up disingenuously during the planning for the fight, suggesting that it would only be fair if neither combatant had the advantage of a gi to grip, but instead the fight would be truly primal, not bound by the rules of a sport such as judo or karate, and more akin to a real fight for survival between two human animals (who happened to be of opposite genders). And the man always nodded wisely, secretly liking the idea of a battle for survival between two people not bound by tournament rules, or hampered by clothing, and of course secretly thinking that it would add to his pleasure in gaining ultimate victory if the woman was topless, so he could enjoy the sight of her body as he forced her submission. This was already an example of Anna's feminine superiority over Mike - she had scored a point before the fight even began, and without him even being aware that a point had been played for.

Mike felt the excitement too. How could he not? He loved to fight, first of all. He too loved the struggle, the pitting of wits, the execution of expert techniques, the element of competition. He also loved the physical contact with the woman’s body, and also the sight of her body primed for combat, especially (he secretly admitted to himself) when she was revealing more of it than was traditional in, say, a martial arts tournament. Although the purpose of today was to fight Anna, he knew he was very attracted to her. She was only slightly shorter than himself, nearly 5’ 11” to his 6’. She was very slim and athletic, will a well-defined but extremely feminine body. She had beautiful long, sleek, black hair cascading down her back, and as she stood opposite Mike on the mat, he was very aware of her breasts – not particularly large, but perfectly shaped and very, very sexy. He noticed in his peripheral vision that her nipples were partly erect, and he just felt the first stirrings of arousal in the boxers he was wearing under his gi pants. He deliberately resisted the erotic pull – he knew it would never do to give in to it at this early stage and start thinking sexually about Anna. There may be the opportunity for the fight to turn into something sexual later on – he had known it happen – but that certainly wasn’t the point at the moment. Winning was all he cared about. He was absolutely determined that he was not going to be defeated by a woman, no matter how skilled she might be. And, at this stage, he had not the least doubt of the eventual outcome – victory for himself, the stronger male.

The fight was to be of 30 minutes duration, the winner being the fighter who had gained the most submissions in that time, or if one combatant was unable to continue, the other would be declared the winner. Anna had thought about wearing gi pants, but in the end had gone for the simpler option, bikini bottoms. There would be no clothing for Mike to take hold of, plus the distraction element was again present. The more of her perfect olive skin was on show, and available to Mike’s touch, the more likely he was to be thinking about how sexy her body was rather than how he was going to get out of a hold or get a submission himself.

They circled each other cautiously, sizing each other up, each confident of ultimate victory. It was Mike who made the first move, aiming a side kick. He moved swiftly and fluently, and caught Anna unawares. She managed to evade the full force of the kick, but was still slightly winded. She was surprised by how fast Mike had been with his attack, and just as she was registering her surprise he launched another one, this time a higher kick to the top of her chest, quickly followed by a spinning kick which she just managed to duck away from. First blood to Mike. He hadn’t really hurt her, but he had shown how quick and strong he was. His legs were incredibly powerful, and she realised that this might be harder than she had originally thought. She knew too that grappling was her strength; she had an exceptionally wide knowledge of submission holds, and could lock on vicious armbars from many different positions – but she needed to get him on the ground for that, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to achieve that aim at the moment.

They circled again, and again it was Mike who attacked, but this time Anna was quicker. She allowed him to throw a punch at her but she was quick enough to block it, catch his wrist with both hands, spin underneath it and force him into a wrestling hold – a standing wristlock. He was never going to submit to it, but she momentarily had control of him. She forced him down onto one knee, and applied further pressure by transferring one hand from his wrist to his elbow. But she quickly realized that his sheer physical strength was going to be a problem if she tried to use holds like this. It took all her power to keep him on one knee, and even then she could feel he was on the verge of breaking the hold simply through the strength in his arms. She released him and they circled again. This time they exchanged a flurry of kicks, each moving quickly, ducking and weaving, most missing but a couple landing. Anna caught Mike on the chest, a blow that winded him but not badly. He managed to sweep her legs, and then while she was on the ground attempted a spectacular axe kick which would have finished it had it landed, but Anna wasn’t about to let that happen. She easily rolled away and they faced each other again. This time they locked up, each trying to get a grip for a throw, and it was Mike who got it first…he rammed his hip into her, and threw her hard onto the mat, winding her. Now his strength could come into play as he headlocked her and controlled her, waiting for an arm or leg to become vulnerable so he could slam on a submission hold. But suddenly Anna was free…she seemed to just squirm out of his grip, he didn’t really know how…and now she was on top of him, starting to punch him! He was shocked – her speed and strength had taken him by surprise – but he managed to throw her off and once again they faced each other.

This time she threw him, a perfect shoulder throw, her technique was flawless. This time he was winded, and she took full advantage. She slammed on a vicious armlock, not holding back…really forced the submission with enormous pressure, and Mike had to be quick to slap the mat or he might well have sustained a broken arm. In fact he verbally submitted as well, he was slightly desperate to have his arm released in one piece. First submission to Anna.

They stood again, Mike wringing his arm which was still hurting…he realised now that he was up against a very fast, very strong, very determined opponent and he was going to have bring his A game if he was going to win. He knew he’d been holding back till now, but it was time to go for broke. She was still faster though, and managed to get behind him and put him in a choke hold…he elbowed her hard in the stomach, weakening her grip, then put his arm behind him and round her neck, and threw her hard over his shoulder onto the mat. Now he went for the submission…he cross pinned her and put an Americana armlock on her…levering her arm and increasing the pressure until she had to scream her submission…’yes, yes, yes, I give’…one each.

Anna was pissed off now. She hadn’t intended to lose any submissions, and was annoyed with herself for getting caught. She was also getting angry with Mike, who she could see was now thinking that the match was his for the taking. She hated male arrogance more than anything and was now determined to teach him a lesson in how a skilled woman could kick his butt. She was also quite aroused, and wanted sexual satisfaction – but only after she’d shown Mike that she owned him completely. She faced him again, her body exciting him beyond measure…she could see the bulge through his gi pants…she was breathtakingly sexy, with her long black hair cascading carelessly down her shoulders, and her beautiful breasts glistening with sweat. They moved towards each other again…simply wrestling and grappling this time, trying to get control of each other…Mike was so turned on by the touch of her silky skin, but knew he had to get another submission and really hurt her or this could go badly wrong…he managed to lock on a choke hold, but she stomped on his foot, twice, very hard, elbowed him hard, back fisted him in the face, and finally threw him over her back. This time he was in real trouble. Again she locked on a powerful armlock, but this time just as he was again about to submit she moved out of it and instead locked her legs round his waist and clamped on a rear naked choke. Her arms were like steel as she tightened the grip…he was going fast…no matter how he struggled he couldn’t escape…Anna knew she’d won but wanted to really bring it home to Mike how dominant she was over him…how his ridiculous male arrogance had been completely misplaced…so she released him, gagging and choking, and immediately sat on top of him in a schoolgirl pin, where she could really go to town on him…skilled in various grappling arts as she was, she loved to really punish her victim…and she started to pound his head with her fists…sometimes opening her hands to slap him…he was helpless to resist and his face soon started to become painful and cuts appeared…she didn’t stop…brutally she punched him, carefully picking the spot each time.

Finally she was done…but so so horny. She needed release, and in spite of the beating she had given him, she could see that Mike was turned on too. She reached behind and took his massive cock in her hand…she masturbated him for a while, loving the feel of the hard cock in her hand…then she turned, jammed her soaking pussy in his face, a clear signal for him to tongue her, which he did, and started to suck his erect cock, flicking her tongue across the head and driving Mike mad. He drove her wild with his tongue, and finally she could bear it no more…she slid herself down onto his rigid, hungry cock, and he pushed hard inside her…she moved her body up and down on him, faster and faster, until she came with a scream, at the same moment as he shot his huge load into her, pounding her over and over again…

[dragoness' wrestling fan]

This is my kind of Story.