The Japanese are Coming - The first two matches
by Aristocatch

If you have read my account of my holiday abroad you may recall that, right at the end of the holiday, I met a Japanese girl. I had long since forgotten her existence when out of the blue she contacted me, having got my details from Suvi.

The reason she contacted me was that she was now working for a Japanese producer of wrestling films, who was coming to England, wanting to pit his Japanese wrestlers against some home-grown talent. It was, I suppose, inevitable that she thought of me! I did not immediately say 'no' and so she sent me an internet link to a site showing what they had it mind.

I was quite surprised by the link, which showed me several 'fights'. In each two girls wrestled their clothes off and then seemingly groped each other, more or less in turn, until one had an orgasm. The fights were very sexy, but not very competitive and the loser was always brought to a further orgasm as a 'pennance' for losing. The camera work was good and clear, though each girl's sex was deliberately blurred, avoiding a clear view.

I replied that it seemed to me that the fights looked fake, and was told that, as the producer wanted to make it a Japan versus Europe competition, he was prepared to add a more competitive edge.

The idea appealed, and some of the Japanese ladies were most attractively built. Quite tempting really. Added to which, as it was a commercial venture, there would be some money in it for me! What could be better, getting paid to bring a nubile nippon to nirvana.

So there I was in the hall which had been leased for the event. Five girls in each team, to make sure there was a winner. A German, two French and two English in our team, against five Japanese warriors. All nine of the other women were attractive if not beautiful, even if, in one or two cases, a certain depth of make-up embellished the situation. The producer had given some thought to the organisation and the oriental amazons were taller and better built than the image I had of slender Japanese girls. Two even had quite large boobs!

Surprisingly the pairings were not pre-planned, and in the presence of everyone numbers were drawn from a hat. I was second up, paired with a poney-tailed adversary, who was small chested and although my height, a few kilos lighter. One of the French girls was on first, paired against the Japanese with the largest chest.

A large, white, well-padded, raised fighting area had been installed, with the sponsor's logo on a matching wall behind. Everything had a plasticy finish, perhaps because we were all to cover our bodies in an oil that made them shine most appealingly on camera. Surprisingly it didn't make us particulary slippery but, as we were to find out later, it did help our bodies appreciate the intimate treatment to which they would be subjected.

We were all taken away to a changing room, there to cover ourselves in oil, and to get dressed in a variety of bikinis. Back in the main room each team was sat down on either side of the fighting area. A small audience made up of helpers and a couple of 'spare' Japanese wrestlers was in place and a Japanese master of ceremonies began a very animated address to the audience (and surely the camera). Our team was given a Japaneses interpreter so that we would know what to do and she eventually indicated to the French girl that she should advance on stage.

The master of ceremonies made both combattants shake hands, and then step apart. We didn't need to speak Japanese to understand when he told them to begin 'fighting'.

We had been briefed as to what was required and so both girls endulged in a gentle 'game' of stripping each other of their clothes, with a tiny bit of groping ( mainly breasts) thrown in. Once naked there was a slight departure from what I had seen on the internet, in that there was some light wrestling as each strove to dominate. The 'fight' however was fairly one sided, with the big-breasted Japanese girl notably dominating. It wasn't that long before her French opponent began breathing heavily and she soon stopped resisting all together. We didn't need the judge to proclaim victory, such was the strength of the orgasm.

One-nil to the Japanese, and the four other members of their team joined the victor on the mat, there to propel the French loser to a further noisy denouement. No toys were used, as the big-breasted victor tongued her loser's sex, accompanied by the four others kissing and rubbing wherever they could reach. The French girl seemed to enjoy every minute of it, forgetting that she had been told before hand that, in the event of losing, we were supposed to make it look as if we had trouble coping with what was being done to us.

My turn.

My opponent began quite roughly, slapping my hand away, and trying to grab at my bikini top, so I copied her style, which would at least make our fight different to its predecessor. Despite this treatment it took a while before both were completely removed and anything sensuous occurred.

The size of my breasts obviously attracted my opponent and once they were fully available she concentrated on trying to get her hands on them. I left her to it, and instead removed her bottoms while the going was good. This did not seem to faze her, intent as she was on caressing my orbs. The sensations she was producing were actually quite nice so, as she wasn't trying to strip me further, I turned my attention to her small, but nicely formed mammaries.

This actually gave me time to think. It seemed likely that I would be able to out wrestle her and take control of the fight as and when I chose. On that basis I decided to enjoy the sensations she could give me, and not seek to dominate her physically. Provided I took command before I lost the self-control needed, I would win whilst allowing the cameraman plenty of footage of sexual play.

My thinking suddenly came to an end when she slid one hand inside my bottoms and expertly located my clit. I had assumed that she would seek to remove clothing first, and not sought to protect myself. I pushed her over onto her back, and sitting across her midriff I began to use my fingers on her sex.

She didn't pull my hair or try to dislodge me, but she did untie the strings of my bikini bottoms. When they were fully untied I felt a slight tap on the back which I interpreted correctly, allowing her to unseat me and take over the top position. Laying back 'helpless', I allowed her to remove the flapping cloth and to lower her head to begin licking my sex. The sensations were sublime!

From what she was now doing with her tongue, and what she had been doing with her fingers on my breasts, I decided that she was much more adept than me in sexual stimulation. If my 'plan' was to work I would have to be careful choosing when to make my move.

As soon as I put my hands on her shoulders, she allowed herself to be pulled down, and I began sucking on one of her breasts, teasing the nipple between my lips, while rubbing her sex with my other hand. She made little squealing noises, and made no attempt to stop me until she decided that it was her turn. Then she manoeuvred us into position with her sitting between my legs, rubbing her sex against mine. She didn't stop me squeezing her breasts and when she could free up one hand she returned the favour.

We were by now, as you might expect, well aroused, and when I took over the top position I slid two fingers inside her, while finding her clit with my thumb. Despite the fact that she had kept a fairly lush covering of pubic hairs, her sex was wide open, and her clit easy to find. For the first time I noticed the camera operator positioning herself closer to us, so as not to miss what my fingers were doing “in glorious close-up”.

Not to be outdone my opponent showed the world the intimate details of my sex, and just how easily she could slide her fingers into it when it was her 'turn'. She really did know what to do and the sensations were excellent.

Fortunately for me my opponent was willing to 'play the game' and so she made no move to resist when I fairly quickly suggested it was time to change. We had another round of breast sucking and squeezing, and then adopted a position where we sat cross-legged and, unusually from what I had seen of these contests, we mutually rubbed each other's pussies with one hand and played with a nipple with the other.

I was by now very turned on, and I knew that even when ostensibly doing the same thing, she was stimulating me far more subtely and effectively than I was stimulating her. The question was whether to catch her by surprise and launch a direct assault, or warn her in advance.

In the event she leant forward and began kissing me passionately on the mouth, duelling our tongues together. She must have read my thoughts for, as we broke apart to breathe, she said the one word 'fight' in English and pushed me back with her hands on my shoulders.

I knew exactly what position I wanted her in to be able to finish her off and I figured that, if I'd worked that out, then with her extra experience of this type of fight, she would know that as well. Our objective was to make the other have an orgasm, so we didn't have a real fight. We did seek to try to maintain sexual pressure on each other, without letting one take a dominant position. Fortunately my calculations proved correct and I was able to control this section of the combat.

My body was telling me that I was very turned on, and that it wouldn't be long before I would lose my self control and beg for deliverance. I therefore upped the tempo and wrestled her into the position I was after. I was sitting and she was between my legs, which were forcing her legs apart. One of my arms held her in place, and the other was able to reach her sex.

To start with she fought to escape my hold, and I had to concentrate on keeping her in place. Little by little her will power began to wane and I duly felt the moment when she wouldn't fight anymore. Then I was able to use my arm that had been restraining her to caress her breasts.

By now all she wanted was to come, and I duly did all I could to help her. In best Japanese style she accompanied her descent into pleasure with loud 'appropriate' noises.

The teams were now at one win each. My body was half regretting that it wasn't going to get the sexual release that it craved, but I was pleased to have won.

My teammates joined me with high fives all around and we set about enjoying my victim's body. One of the other girls and I set about licking and fingering the Japanese sex, leaving the other three to whatever else they wanted to do. A few minutes later we were gratified as our loser squirmed in all directions, letting out loud yelps.

That should have been the end for me, except that the victor of the first fight challenged me to a 'winner take all' bonus fight, just for fun, as it wouldn't count in the overall score. I could hardly say no, neither could I see how, fresh from being close to an orgasm before winning just now, I could beat someone who had had time to recover and who was clearly a better wrestler than my previous opponent. It looked like I'd get my orgasm after all.