Indian vs British bipasha basu vs Gemma Atkinson
Bipasha basu came to UK for a project for 6 months so bipasha basu rent a house and book a gym bipasha want too gym at night the gym was empty bipasha work out swated and wanted to shower bipasha took all clothes became nude bipasha was in shower she hard a noise turn around so a women was in shower it was Gemma Atkinson she was surprised too see a women this hot all nude bipasha see her with lust eyes her mouth open said hi she came to bipasha hi I'm Gemma Atkinson you are hot seeing bipasha nude wet they both see each other nude both left the shower and then gym next day both came to the gym and start a rivalry one day bipasha was taking shower Gemma came to bipasha and push her bipasha also push back both nude women grabs each other hair and start to pull push each other breast and bearhug each other rub there breast up down screaming I'm better than you bipasha start to put fingers in Gemma pussy Gemma also put fingers in bipasha pussy both FUCKING each other to orgasme then they collapse on the floor both heard a noise and they separated then left the gym next day bipasha basu challenge Gemma Atkinson to fight Gemma Atkinson accept the challenge both well fight in ring front of crowd .
Gemma enters first looking like she is getting ready to head to the beach for a carefree stroll. She is dressed in a bikini top vertically striped with white and different shades of blue, and a light blue short short skirt that gives a glimpse of her white string bikini bottoms. She seems confident enough almost giddy. Not the attitude you would expect about to trade blows with another hot women.
Bipasha hears the echoing boom of her name being announced over the speakers. She is soon strutting down to the ring to a serenade of cheers and catcalls which pave the way as they did for Gemma Atkinson as she jogged to the ring a few moments ago. Bipasha basu is wearing a purple cropped t-shirt complete with blue jean cut off Short. With tennis shoes tapping the mat in anticipation she seems eager and more focused than her rival. Gemma is light on her tennis shoes as she near jogs from her corner.
"I have something perfect planned for you when you loose. You're going to wish you were never born," Gemma snarled.
"Bitch," bipasha responded, "I'm going to beat you so bad you'll piss your pants at the mere mention of my name."Gemma was about to make bipasha regret that comment as they waited for the bell but she was cut off by a teen screaming. "Gemma, we love you!!!" Gemma turned her back to bipasha to wave at a cluster of guys she thought the cheer came from. Then from behind bipasha basu Rules!!!" cut through the cheers. Bipasha twists by the waist to look back at her screaming fans. And then it happened. Gemma got tired of waiting for the bell. She stepped back a couple of steps and as soon as bipasha started to turn back to face her, she moved in plowing down the Indian hottie with a clothesline. As soon as she hit the mat the bell rang. Gemma spun and reached down for bipasha's hair but before she could get hold she found herself munching on shoe as bipasha kicked her square in the mouth. She sprung away from her prone prey with her hands clinched tight around her mouth. Bipasha jumped up and smiled as she noticed that not only has she drawn first blood but in the first few seconds of the match. This would be a cake walk she thought as she copied the boxing posture of British goddesses who stared her down, blood pouring out of the left corner of her mouth.In the slugfest, that followed they latch on to each other's top. Gemma rips bipasha's shirt down the middle exposing her black bra as she pummels the Indian's face with a blind fury of downward cave man like blows. Bipasha has freed Gemma's left tit with the constant jerking of the bikini top, and lights it up with a barrage of uppercuts. The fierce blows also wreak havoc on Gemma's ribs as they plow through the plumb tit flesh buffer. Gemma pulls her left hand away from bipasha's tattered shirt to cover her pulsating boob as it cried out for protection. Bipasha takes advantage of a brief opening and almost takes Gemma's head off with a classic western punch that featured her reaching as far back as possible to build up speed and power. As Gemma's body twisted to the right from the blow, bipasha scooted to the girls left. When Gemma came back with a old western cowboy blow of her own she hit nothing but air. Gemma then suffered as she found her opponent too late to put up any defense as a high powered knuckle flattened her lips against her teeth. Another slammed into her left eye just after she blinked from the pain of the first blow, closing the eye in another testament of pain. Another cut opens in Gemma's mouth. She is soon spitting blood with every breath. Bipasha stays at Gemma's left side playing on the girls brief weakness and attacks Gemma's tummy with a hook. Gemma then takes a quick right to her lower back and then another gut cruncher. As she bends over, bipasha holds her down by the base of her neck and slams her knee four times into the little Italian's tummy dropping her to her knees.
Bipasha moves in behind and unties woozy Gemma's bikini top and jerks back on the strings while planting her knee in the British's back. Then just as Gemma starts to moan from the pain of her bikini grinding into her boobs, bipasha jerks the top to the right and then to the left sawing into Gemma's mammies like sandpaper. Back and forth. Back and forth. To Gemma's dismay, her nipples harden due to the added attention and are soon mangled by the very bikini that served to cover and protect them minutes ago before the match. Back and forth. Back and forth. Gemma is whimpering by the time bipasha pulls the top off and throws it behind her back. Bipasha steps in front of Gemma looking to tenderize her with a few knees to the melons when she got a surprise. Gemma delivers a combination to bipasha's pubic mound, just as the Indian tugs on her hair to force her into position.She stands and tries to separate bipasha's head from her neck with a boxing volley that shows she's been practicing, hard. And finally, after half a dozen blows she was rewarded with a stream of blood that seeped from bipasha basu's mouth. Gemma shreds what's left of punch drunk bipasha's shirt as she spits a mixture of blood and saliva into bipasha's eyes.
Gemma then practices her takedowns lifting bipasha up by the hair three times each followed by a hair drag takedown. For the fourth takedown she switches. Bipasha is taken down by an arm bar. Gemma holds on to the arm and drops planting a leg scissors on bipasha about the chest, squashing her tits. She plays with bipasha's captured hand bending the fingers as far backwards as they could go without breaking them. Bipasha howls in agony as her black bra does nothing to protect her tits from the vice like hold and her fingers approach the snapping point. In desperation bipasha tickles Gemma's foot to get out, but before she gets away Gemma stumps a heel into her face. As bipasha rolls around covering her face, blood gushing from her nose, Gemma forces her up and over to the ropes. Gemma locks bipasha's arms over and under the top rope as she knees the Indian goddess repeated into the tummy. Bipasha's tits nearly leave their restraints as they gyrate with every bone pounding thump. With bipasha gasping for air, her chest heaving up and down her huge proud tits peaking out of her bra, Gemma takes a less than a step back and balls up her fist. Then in a savage fury she pummels bipasha's beautiful balloons with over fifteen tit slamming torpedoes. She grew almost giddy at the sight of her bloody rival's tears that now soaked her cheeks. In the mist of the several uppercuts that found their way into the fray, bipasha's tits had been knocked completely free of their support. Gemma soon threw bipasha to the floor and then unfastened her bra. Placing her foot on bipasha's upper back, she mashed the whimpering beauty's tits into the canvas as she tortured them more by scraping the black bra against them as she pulled it slowly from under bipasha's right arm throwing it out of the ring. Gemma rolled bipasha onto her back and sat on her tummy facing her legs. She unzipped bipasha's shorts. One hand held the panties aside as the other delivered a crotch claw to her bare pussy.
Bipasha raised and wrapped her legs around Gemma's waist, desperate to save her sex, and unpearched the British. Gemma isn't done yet. She snakes her legs around bipasha's waist and they are soon locked in a double leg scissors. Gemma was forced to release bipasha's pussy as she fell to her side, but was confident that she had the best legs. She would torture the Indian woman and made her beg for mercy. A while later after they roll around the ring in a struggle to break free and dominate, Gemma muscles her way out after scarring bipasha's ass cheeks. She then latches back onto bipasha's cxnt this time on the outside of the panties. Bipasha pinches the front of Gemma's bikini bottoms luckily latching onto some pubes and secures her own freedom. They stand almost simultaneously and the slugfest is on again when their comforting hands finish easing the pussy pains. It is even for a while as they punish every inch of each others bodies. Now covered in lakes of sweat, each punch makes a splash. Though the head and tummy get equal attention the boobs steal the show. Both topless, they seem bent on torturing the others womanhood.
It's a battle of the breast, bipasha's 's versus Gemma's breast's. They clinch up and before she can deliver her knee, bipasha's cxnt takes a blow from Gemma's knee. Only their bodies being mashed together, their bruised boobs locked together in a private little war, keeps her on her feet. Gemma soon steps back, her boobs aching from the Indian's more massive boobs engulfing them, and lowers bipasha's head into another raised knee. Bipasha falls back against the ropes and bounces back into a roundhouse followed by three quick hooks to the tummy and an uppercut that would have made Tyson proud. Bipasha sinks to the mat, and Gemma yanks off her shorts. Bipasha realizes she can do nothing to save her shorts but at the last moment grips her panties to prevent them from being taken as well. Gemma climbs up to the top rope and slams into bipasha''s Torso with a body splash. She goes for the pin, but bipasha kicks out at two.
Gemma forces bipasha onto her knees with some hair yanking and then grabs the back of bipasha's panties wedging them up into her crack. As bipasha's knees leave the mat thanks to a little crotch torture by her own panties, Gemma tosses her through the ropes, and soon follows. Bipasha struggles to her hands and knees and accidentally finds her discarded bra. She clinches it tightly as she is hair lifted to her feet. Having hit the cement like a sack of potatoes, bipasha can offer no defense. Gemma tosses her into a row of empty chairs. Bipasha screams as she crash lands, taking multiple bruises all over her body. Gemma follows picking up chairs and throwing them onto bipasha keeping her buried in chairs. The former actres took blow after blow to the skull from the volley. Her head was bleeding from a small cut in her forehead. She had another cut but it was hidden by her hair.
Gemma goes in and pulls bipasha from her grave by the hair and tosses her into another row of chairs, this time occupied by some horny spectators. They cover bipasha like wolves. Over ten pairs of hands constantly grope and probe every inch of her body. Her beautiful breast are caressed, nipples pinched, areola teased. A pair of hands run through her hair. Three guys even French kiss her, surprised at their goddesses acceptance of her predicament, as she willingly tongue duels her fans. Hands sink into her panties, her legs spread wide as they are licked and praised. Her shoes and socks are soon gone replaced by tongues that caress her arches. Her panties were stretched to their limits by seven hands. One teased and twisted her pubic hairs in a playful manner, as two dug into her cxnt. Together they had six fingers plowed into bipasha's puss, three on one hand and three on the other. They pumped her sex in a fury as it grew wetter and wetter. A third hand fought to get into her box but had to settle for her clit. It had swelled to fullness from her obvious arousal at being buried in horny studs, but seemed to plump more majestically thanks to a forceful massage. Each ass cheek had a hand on it, along with the other three hands that did not reach into her panties, squeezing, pinching, and slapping in a uneven yet totally arousing succession.The seventh hand sent out scouts to survey bipasha's tight cave. The index and forefinger widened her anal walls to make room for their friends and soon bipasha's ass was stuffed. Bipasha was just about to cum when that bitch returned. Gemma forced the crowd apart, slapping away the hands that sought to probe her body as well. She found bipasha moaning in pleasure as her wildest fantasy was being carried out. Gemma broke it up though dragging an orgasmically dazed bipasha from her admirers, the guy giving her the anal fisting being the last to let go. Gemma had been busy setting up five chairs laid flat in a line. She scoops bipasha up and suplexes her into the row of chairs. While forcing bipasha back to her feet, only at the beginning of her plan to brutally annihilate the Indian angel, Gemma Atkinson slips on one of the chairs and fell on her ass. Her plans went up in smoke as bipasha came to her senses and takes her into the air. Still in a lustful haze bipasha didn't suffer from the fall as much as Gemma would have hoped. A second more to let bipasha calm from her engagement, one more suplex, or at least avoiding a tail bone pounding fall, would have kept Gemma in control. Instead there she was soaring through the air soon to near break her back thanks to a power bomb on one of the very chairs she had waiting for her foe.Now the bra comes out. Through all of her suffering bipasha had still managed to hold on to it. She wraps it around Gemma's neck and pulls her back into the ring by it. Bipasha uses her bra to choke out Gemma as she spit out Indian curses. She should have kept Gemma on her back, but bipasha wanted to put her on display. She forced Gemma on to her feet continuing to curse the British with a run on stream of Indian curses. She forced her to walk around the ring like a puppy on a leash. This puppy bit backfired though. Gemma nails bipasha in the boobs with a couple of elbow shots. She then manages to turn into bipasha as the strangle hold weakens and tears into her boobs with another barrage of blows. The already battered melons soon cry out in pain, their tears returning to bipasha's eyes.
Bipasha releases her and receives a knee to the crotch as a thank you. She drops to her hand and knees, one hand deep within her cxnt as comfort. Her tits ache so badly, she doesn't want to touch them fearing she'd only make it worst. Gemma spits an order, "Get up bitch! I'm going to pulls those cow nipples off your chest." Bipasha is terrorized by the threat, her bosom already in hell, but she can't let Gemma know how hurt she is. In the second it takes bipasha to settle on her feet, they each grip and pinch each others nipples desperate to finish their war. Bipasha comforted herself with the thought that Gemma was in the same predicament, but it just wasn't true. Though Gemma's eyes were starting to tear up, the drumming she delivered to bipasha's utters earlier ensured she would win any tit to tit struggle. She backs bipasha into a corner, and reads the anguish in bipasha's face. It's over if she acts quickly. She sees the hopelessness in bipasha's eyes, but has learn not to celebrate victories to quickly, unless she feels like giving her prey a chance to get her second wind.
Gemma quickly pulls bipasha out of the corner by her nips out to the center of the ring, the Indian whimpering all the way. Her palms go from facing each other, as her thumb and fingers clinch tighter, to facing the ceiling as she twists her rivals battered nips in opposite directions. Then using own momentum from her dash out of the corner in a struggle to stay with her fleeing nipples, Gemma muscled bipasha into the air. Bipasha huge titties were twisted and destroyed as they now supported her one hundred pound frame. They stretched to droopy DD's and soon DD's from the weight. Gemma then plopped her whining rival onto her knee in an atomic drop. She wouldn't let bipasha drop. Again she thought to herself, "Make sure this bitch is out." She stood up and made bipasha follow by a few jerks on her chest handles, despite the beaten desperado's desire to lay down for the count.
To bipasha's relief, Gemma finally let go of her tortured saggers. In the second it took Gemma to wrap her arms around bipasha's waist, the Indian hottie was beginning to fall and Gemma had to catch her. The British ignored bipasha's whisper, "Please, Do....", and cut her words short by lifting her into the air in a bearhug. Bipasha's arms dangled at her sides. Her feet dangled just inches above the floor, Gemma being about the same height, but the ground seemed miles away as her body went into shock. Finally satisfied that her prey is ready to be served up defeat, Gemma lifts back as far as she can straining her back. Then with lightning speed she reacquaints the Indian snatch with her British knee with another atomic drop, this one knocking bipasha out cold.gemma relishes the look of utter agony in her broken opponents eyes before they seal in a tight clinch and then come to rest as all emotion from bipasha's face is washed away by her dream state. Bipasha hits the mat with a thud. Gemma rolled her over face down and planted her foot on the back of bipasha's head. She raised her hands in victory as bipasha was counted out.
Gemma then ass dropped onto bipasha's lower back expelling what little wind remained in the lifeless . Gemma tanned bipasha's can with a fifty whack spanking. The first nine hit while bipasha was still in oblivion, but the tenth shocked her back to life. She was then forced to endure the remaining forty whacks in hopeless sorrow. Finally the conga rhythm on her ass paused. Her crayon red ass would be throbbing for days, but at least it was over. Gemma pulls off one of her tennis shoes and continue to spank bipasha with the weapon. Every one in the audience including her own fans are horrified at the number psycho Gemma did on bipasha's deliciously plump ass. The suffering her ass went through before was nothing compared to how it felt now. The first was like stomping your toe where this was like having the digit severed from your foot. Bipasha was crying like a baby, her ass sure to be sore for weeks. Blinded by her own tears, she couldn't fight back even if she had the strength to.
Gemma rolled bipasha on to her back and saw a face more red than the ass she had just pounded. Bipasha looked like she had dunk her head into a pool. Her face was a river of blood mixing with a lake a sweat and then an ocean of tears. Gemma face sits her and forces bipasha to lick her. "Please me bitch or I'll tear off these baby feeders," She says as she wrenches bipasha's meaty nips. Bipasha licked the bikini clad clit like her life depended on it, and she felt like it did.
In moments, Gemma cums hard. She stands and takes off her bikini bottom. Straddling the dampened garment she flosses the crack of her sweaty ass with it also making sure to clean her still dripping snatch off. Bipasha rolls over to her tummy reaching for her ass to attempt to comfort her cheeks but every brush of her hands makes her moan in pain. Gemma flops onto her back, forcing bipasha to howl in agony as her arms are twisted awkwardly by Gemma's weight. The British terror takes advantage of the Indian's screams gagging bipasha with her sweat and cum dripping bikini. Bipasha's tongue instantly told her what she was munching on. She tried to buck free, but Gemma was in total control. She slammed the older actresses head into the mat three or four times and then easily tied the garment around bipasha's head making sure to get some of her hair caught up in the wrap. That will make getting it off impossible without causing her slaughtered foe even more pain. Gemma wedgies bipasha up to her feet and forces her to walk around the ring or suffer more as her panties would surely be hefted further up into her crotch at the slightest hint of refusal. Satisfied she has almost tortured bipasha enough, Gemma Atkinson yanks bipasha's panties down to her feet and forces her to walk out of them by pushing her in the back towards one of the turnbuckles. Gemma flipped bipasha into the corner putting her in the tree of woe. She then left bipasha for a few seconds to fully absorb her defeat as the she took a victory walk around the ring throwing kisses at the mixture of boos and cheers. She returned to bipasha all too soon taking off her other shoe. She drove it into Salma's unprotected steaming snatch. Gemma pumps bipasha's box into an orgasmic frenzy. But before the cum river can drain down to the top of bipasha's bush, Gemma clamps on with a crotch claw making use of bipasha's most vulnerable moment and most vulnerable spot. To finish her humiliation of her rival, Gemma maneuvers her crotch into bipasha's muffled and moaning face. It is unclear whether it was the crotch torture or the lack oxygen which sent bipasha back to dream land. Who knows? It could have been the near drowning caused by the juices pouring from Gemma's cxnt into her nose as the youger actress gets off on torturing her. Leaving her shoe in bipasha's pussy Gemma goes to work on the plan she had for bipasha.
Bipasha wakes up with the foul taste of her sweaty bikini bottoms in her mouth. She found her self in the leather back seat of a car. Suddenly she flew from the seat onto the floor as she heard tires screach followed by a familiar voice, "Move that piece of shit off the road." Bipasha swallowed hard as a graspy male voice returned with, "Fuck you lady. Watch where you're going next time cxnt." "Fucking cock sucking queer," Gemma shouted back. The car was off again leaving whatever had disturbed the London far behind. It was Gemma's voice. She was sure now. Bipasha's defeat was now complete, beaten and humiliated by someone no bigger than she is and even younger. She's fought and beat girls bigger than her before and never considered that Gemma would dominate her so badly. Now she raced to face an unknown horror that Gemma has been planning for god knows how long. She tried to free herself but her arms were now tied by duck tape. Then she felt it. Something large stuffed into her pussy. She moaned in disbelief and fear at what it might be. She couldn't move enough on the floor board to get a peek at what was violating her. Even if she could get into the desired position her eyes were still blurred by the drying up mixture of sweat and tears. Her legs were also bound about the ankles, knees, and thighs. The thighs, probably to make sure whatever penetrated her pubic lips stayed there.
Suddenly the car stops. "We're here, finally," Gemma started. She soon finished with, "Come on dear, you don't want to keep the crowd waiting."
"What the hell is she talking about," bipasha thought.
The door opened and Gemma drug the wasted Indian out of the car by her hair. She propped bipasha up against the car and and then rolled the still bound and gagged actress onto her shoulders lifting her up into the air. Bipasha got quick glimpses of a parking garage filled with cars as her capture carried her through a pair of double doors. Like Gemma said, bipasha began to wish she had never been born, terrified over what lie in store for her.
Gemma Atkinson wins
The End.
