The 4 Girl Oil Wrestling Tournament

I remember taking one final look at myself in the car mirror, thinking, "come on, Ash, you got this."

What had I signed up for? I knew one thing -- I wanted to win. Receiving an invite for a lesbian-style oil wrestling tournament was a compliment. People vote via a website and I was one of 4 women involved.

I had several weeks' notice. I watched wrestling videos and UFC, trying to adopt training methods. I felt embarrassed at going into a proper gym, not wanting to admin I was competing in 'Lesbian Grapple Quest 4'.

I entered the building. Several of the producers welcomed me, watching on as I stored my bag away and sat down. I'd had everything explained on the phone and they ran a tight schedule.

In she entered. I locked eyes with Sofia for the first time. I may be 5"3, but I was strong and had thick legs. She was 5' 7". Sofia also has gorgeous, long blonde hair. It was billed as Poland vs. Sweden.

She stared opposite me, like she wanted to eat me up and chew me up. THAT pissed me off. This could have been friendly fun between two women competing for $1000 and the right to dominate the other. Plus, the viewership we'd get on our personal pages.

Sofia: "I can see you're strong. Wrestling isn't all about strength. I'm a former gymnastics champion -- flexible and able to be comfortable in various positions."

Ashleigh: "Various positions?"

Sofia: "I'm best enjoyed on my back, you know why?"

Ashleigh: "Enlighten me, Sofia."

Sofia: "Because my tits are natural and bounce wildly when a man's on top of me. Your plastic things probably don't move."

I went bright red. I felt infuriated, as the producers struggled not to laugh. I loved my boobs, albeit them being fake. They weren't two bowling balls. That slut. She was about to pay.

Ashleigh: "Try not to cum when you're bent up like a pretzel, being fucked by my strap on. I was going to choose a 7" one, but maybe they have a 10". But, hey, you're probably used to a big cock or two, right?"

Sofia: "Is that an insult? I can handle my dick. You're too small to take monster cocks."

Ashleigh: "Coming from a woman with pussy flaps so loose you'd think you had 4 kids."

Producer: "You two, play nice. We're about to begin. Who doesn't love a bit of trash talk, eh?"

Sofia and I stood up. She tried to not break eye contact with me. Her piercing (and for fuck sake, attractive) blue eyes looked at me. As she put her hair up, I put mine up too. David, the producer started to oil us both up. My heart was racing, and it was becoming real. I NEEDED this win.

Was she trying to get in my head, Conor McGregor style? As she stripped to her underwear, I did glance at her, admittedly. Her mind games influenced me, which I had mixed feelings over.

Sofia: "You know how I know you're Bisexual?"

Ashleigh: "Fuck off."

Sofia: "You're wondering what my pussy tastes like. You won't have to wait for long, slut."

Ashleigh: "You know why I LOVE being Bi? Because I'll take enormous pleasure in sitting on your face and having you hate that you love it."

The rules were explained, and I lost concentration. I was so fixated on Sofia. I wanted to win badly. All I heard was that there will be an indefinite round until somebody wins, then the second round begins, which is where you are able to use toys. We both had agreed consensually. It was ON!

I underestimated how slippery she'd be. She was agile, and getting my hands around her was hard. Sofia quite quickly used a trip that had my it on my ass. I gritted my teeth as she gained top control, although not in a full mount. I struggled and she started to giggle, which pissed me off.

Sofia: "A piece of cake."

I fought hard and used my strong legs to flip her over. We rolled around, taking it in turns to try to stick our leg over the other, gaining that desire top control. To win, you must remove your opponent's bra AND panties. Sofia's black thong and bra looked great on her. I hate myself for saying that.

Sofia suddenly gained top position, attempting to remove my bra. I fought and scrambled. We met again in the middle of the matting. It was increasingly slippery. The minutes rolled by and I felt fatigued. She did too, I could see her struggling. I pulled her towards me, although it backfired.

She was on top of me, moving rapidly into a top 69 position. The FULL weight of her ass (which wasn't as big as mine) weighed over my face. I sniffed pre cum and zoned out. I clenched my thighs together, and she somehow managed to pull my panties up and over my feet, scooping them. I was half naked.

I panicked big time. I was halfway to losing, and taunted with, "muscles mean nothing in wrestling." I fought hard, and I pulled Sofia to the ground. I had her on her side, then took her back, with her stomach on the ground.

Ashleigh: "Let's get those little B cups out, shall we?"

I unclipped her bra, leaving her vulnerable. I was SO wet in the process. I got off on this position. We were now even. I laid my body weight onto her and rested for 30 seconds as she breathed heavily, muttering in Swedish.

Leaning on her fully, Sofia managed to get into a seated position, with me behind her. I took this chance to play with her nipples. To my surprise, she gave in suddenly. She was exhausted and seemingly enjoyed it. 30 seconds later, with her energy nearly spent, she made a last attempt to get on top of me and remove my bra.

I placed Sofia, stomach down and slid my fingers into the rear of her panties, between her clenched cheeks.

Ashleigh: "Straight girls inevitably LOVE their bootyhole played with."

Sofia: "FUCK YOU! IT'S NOT YOURS!"

Ashleigh: "It will be in a moment."

With one hand now behind her back, I eloquently pulled down Sofia's panties, finally getting them from her knees to off her feet. I was victorious and stood up, SO happy, looking at the clapping producers.

Producer: "Two holes -- at your own pace."

Sofia looked visibly frustrated, now naked. I ordered she got on her knees as I equipped the strap on. I felt powerful, wet, and ready. I attached the 8.5" dildo. Her eyes lit up in intimidation.

Ashleigh: "Isn't hubby this big? Your first big dick? Poor you."

Sofia: "You don't know me. Get it over with, slut."

Ashleigh: "That's no way to speak to me. Suck my cock."

Sofia, began sucking. I gave her an "aww" gesture as I directed her towards the shaft. I slapped the weighty dick on her cheek. The shaft was serviced by her half-willing tongue.

Ashleigh: "Deep throat."

Sofia shook her head, looking at the producers. I inserted it slowly, playing with her hair. She hated that. I wrapped her (now down) hair in my hand. I fucked her mouth slowly and told her to play with herself.

I made her choke slightly. She wanted to get up and leave. One hole remained, of my choice. I told her to flip over, into doggy. Expert mode. Face in the mat, ass in the air.

Ashleigh: "Good girls cum with their asshole."

She went red. I provided the lube and spat on her bootyhole. I slapped the head of the strap on onto her. She moaned in Swedish. I played with her pussy and put two fingers in her mouth.

Ashleigh: "Loser gets to taste herself."

Sofia: "You're disgusting."

Ashleigh: "Your husband's unlucky."

I entered her asshole. She moaned and it was a balance of pleasure and pain. I took my time, empathising with her. I loved the control and sheer power aspect. Sofia pleaded for me to go slow, mumbling. I made her speak up. She got louder, begrudgingly.

Ashleigh: "Good girl, Sofia. Who's in charge?"

Sofia: "Fuck off. I should've won."

Ashleigh: "Who's in fucking charge? And I'll stop fucking your ass."

Sofia: "ARGH!"

Ashleigh: "Who. Is. In. Cha..."

Sofia: "YOU ARE! STOP IT! YOU."

Just like that, I pulled out and shook the producer's hand. To their amazement, I left Sofia in a pool of oil, breathing heavily. I asked where the shower was and winked at her. She was looking at the face of a winner.