Nighty, night Kjerstin...

Kjerstin didn’t want to give up. But she really didn’t want to be fondled by this rude woman while ****, even if the blonde did enjoy it a little. So she swallowed her pride and did what she’d seen those ‘MMA’ people do on TV. She tapped her fingers against Kalisha’s arm, specifically the one **** her out. “T...Tap!! Tap out!”, she managed to say, hoping she used the correct phrase to give up. Even in her ****, exhausted state, Kjerstin’s Swedish-accented voice still sounded soft and silky.

Kalisha eased the pressure on the blonde’s neck just enough for her to speak, and more importantly not pass out. “Really? You sure? Y’all are giving up now? What happened to ‘Swedish girl kicking my ass’ or that ‘Kjerstin never give up’ bs? I can just knock you out now and play with your nice pair of Swedish tits here...” The woman gave Kjerstin’s chest a firm squeeze.

“Nej, nej, nej!!!” Kjerstin pleaded in her native language. “No, no, no...I tap... Kjerstin gives up!! Please, no more touching...Please...” She weakly tried to pry Kalisha’s hand away from her bikini top (and her breasts underneath it), but had her hand slapped away. The defeated Swedish girl could only whimper as she waited for Kalisha’s response.

After an agonizingly long minute, Kalisha gave her answer. “Alright. But you gotta really submit after you tap out. That’s how we do things around here. I’m gonna tell you to say a few things, and you’re gonna repeat them like a good Swedish bitch. Ain’t that right? You a good Swedish bitch?”

Kjerstin gave an annoyed groan, but changed her tune when she felt Kalisha start to reapply pressure on the hold. “Okay, okay! I say what you say... I’ll be good...”

“A good Swedish bitch, right...?”

The blonde could tell the ebony woman was smirking, even without seeing her face, But Kjerstin decided to give Kalisha what she wanted, out of fear of being knocked out. “Yes...good Swedish ‘bitch’.”

Kalisha let out a satisfied chuckle. “Now answer me, who’s the stronger woman here?”

“...You are, Kalisha.” Kjerstin had no problem with admitting that. It was clear the darker-skinned woman was stronger than her. There was no way she could’ve defeated Kalisha, especially not after being dominated like this. No more fighting big American woman, the unfortunate bikini model exchange student thought to herself. Still, the experience was exhilarating nonetheless. And more than a little arousing...

“Damn right, I am. Now what did I say before we started...? Black girls always beat...?”

“...Little white bitches.” Kjerstin finished.

Kalisha gave one of Kjerstin’s boobs a hard squeeze, making the Swedish girl cry out. “Sexy little white bitches,” Kalisha reminded her. “And you are pretty hot, Kirstin. Plus you put up a decent fight, for a ditzy white girl in a bikini... Which is why I’ll just leave you here knocked out on the mats.”

Before Kjerstin could protest, the pressure was on her throat again. She thought of struggling, but Kalisha’s hand reaching into her bikini bottoms and roughly rubbing her clit made her think twice. The blonde gagged out cries of both pain and pleasure. Kjerstin tried to focus on the rough hand fondling her, making her feel more dominated and overpowered than the sensation of passing out. Just before Kjerstin could orgasm, she let out a soft moan as her body went limp and she passed into unconsciousness. At least she said my name, was the girl’s last conscious thought.

Kalisha removed her hands and let the knocked out Swedish exchange student unceremoniously fall to the floor. “Sorry honey. I only give winners orgasms. You’re gonna have to settle for ‘almost’.” The ebony woman gave the **** Kjerstin a deep kiss on her lips, before getting up and leaving.

Kjerstin the wannabe Swedish bikni model, who tried fighting a stronger woman but got dominated, lay limp in the middle of the gym. Only the sound of her soft, rhythmic breathing filled the room, as she dreamed of herself winning her first wrestling match.