Sessions by bocarat

Becky was scanning the Employment section of the newspaper. She was working in an Art Gallery in SoHo after moving from North Florida . Finances were running tight, and she was looking to pick up a 2 nd job for some extra cash. She was sitting in her studio apartment in Brooklyn drinking her coffee; when she came upon an ad for a session wrestler (females only). She had been in a few fights before, and was a former competitive swimmer, and thought what the hell. The job paid $500.00 per session (cash). She quickly got her cell phone and called the number listed. An appointment was made for an interview in the city later that day. Her appointment was at a hotel room in the city off Broadway. The director an older man by the name of James asked her questions about her age, height, weight and measurements. Becky was about 5 foot 5 inches, weighed about 120 and had a small, athletic chest. She had a wide, easy smile, broad shoulders and was very energetic and eager to get started, and earn the $500 bucks. She had light brown hair, about shoulder length. She was losing her Florida tan after being in New York for a couple of months. At the end of the interview; she was given a session and told her opponent would be Tara . Becky had a few questions, and was told to be at another site next Saturday at 6PM .

Saturday arrived, and Becky reported to work at the gallery where she was the assistant director. Saturday was busy at the gallery, and as Becky had hoped the day went quickly. She was anxious to get to the session, get her cash and move on with her life. She was nervous about being hurt, but was glad to hear that the director said a nurse would be present to check the wrestlers. Becky got a physical by the female nurse at the interview. She was also glad that she had Sunday and Monday off.

Becky had been in a few fights before with her older brother, and several cattish bitches. Some she won, some she lost! She had been a swimmer, and runner in high school, and a swimmer in college. She had strong shoulders and legs. She also spent a lot of time in the gym, but that was before coming to New York . She felt confident about her abilities, as long as promised the girl she would wrestle was comparable in size to herself.

As soon as the gallery closed, Becky ran to the subway station to catch her connections with destiny. She had a cheat sheet for the trains, and with her large purse/ bag that contained her two-piece bathing suit; she made the destination with a few minutes to spare. She knocked on the door of the apartment, and was let in by a crewmember. A female who checked Becky's ID, and told her to go in the opposite bedroom to change and get a quick look over by the nurse. Becky chose a light baby blue two-piece, which had a several thin straps and a tying strap to hold her top on. Becky never let her lack of mammary glands hold her back; in swimming boobs cause drag and slows you down.

Becky entered the wrestling area, and saw another young woman who was about 2 –3 inches taller, and bit heavier with two heavy, massive boobs. She wore a dark brown two-piece suit with a pair of short, shorts that had a drawstring located in the front of her bottoms. Her top had a drawstring in the back of her neck. She had olive colored skin, with dark brown hair tied in a ponytail. She looked a little thick in her thighs, but she had long lean arms. The two were very comparable to each other, except for the boobs Becky thought.

James, the director called the two of us over, and gave us a few guidelines and rules. No biting was one of them and no punching in the face. He then said if any blood was spotted, the match would be stopped. He said that this was a 30 minute match, and if a pin was made. They were to stop, and the two would continue wrestling to fill up the 30 minutes of film. The arena we would be wrestling was a large comforter over an air mattress surrounded by leather chairs and a couch. We were also told to stay on the mattress during the fight. At 20 minutes we would be hear a cooking alarm go off, and at 30 minutes a bell would be rung. We each looked at each other; sizing the other up and agreed to the rules and guidelines.

We were told to meet each other in the center of the mattress after introducing ourselves giving our names, age, height and weight. We posed for the cameras, and then we get on our knees and prepare to wrestle. I quickly lunge at Tara and pin her down by attacking her neck. I grab her hair, and she pulls at mine. We flip over several times coming to the edge of the mattress. Tara is now on top of me, she forces her breasts on my face as she moves her knees up along the side of my body, with her ass up in the air. She is then trying to smother me out with her big boobs. I want to take a big bite out of her flesh, but she warns me not to; as we are in this tight intimate clinch. I flip in her arms, and I am now on my stomach, she now has her hands around my neck, but not choking me just applying pressure around my throat in a choke hold. I start to move my legs up beneath me, and after suffering her abuse; I flip her over and onto the carpeted floor.

She lays flat on her back, as we each take a moment to catch our breath. The filming is stopped as the crew helps us catch our breath, and back to the center of the mattress. James asks if we are ready, we both say yeah and start again, except on our feet. We twist and turn as we grasp each other's hair, and arms. Tara being heavier throws me, and my feet get caught up in the comforter and I fall on the mattress with Tara soon on top of me. We roll around some more, now each of us is breathing heavier and now we are cussing at each other. I am calling her every name I can think of in my vast vocabulary of insults. I then begin to insult her fat ass, and cow tits, and she verbally goes after my schoolgirl tits. I can feel our holds tighten as we are now wrestling on our sides. We look into each other's eyes as we continue our insults. Our legs are tangled, and try to wrap our thighs around the other's waist. Her legs are strong, but I still feel that mine can taker hers. After she insults my little perky tits, I tell her that her “fat cellulite ass was blocking the camera's view.” She then used her legs and pinned me against the couch, and forced her tits into my face once again. I responded by wrapping my arms around her neck; in my attempt to pull her hair and her tits out of my face, I untied her top.

As we struggled against each other the cooking alarm sounded, and soon after that Tara 's top feel off, and was now resting on my chest. Tara didn't stop, but continued wrestling or should I say fighting as we now had exchanged punches to each other's stomach, and scratches to each other's thigh's. Tara was now attacking my boobs, and going after my top. I was hoping that I could keep it on until the 30 minutes was up.

Tara continued to pressure and pin me against the couch, she used her breasts and leverage from her legs to keep me from escaping. Tara then reached around, and started to remove my top. She started to pull my top over my head, and forced my face into her fleshy, sweaty breasts. As I struggled against this embarrassing move, and for breath I allowed her to take my top off. After it was removed, I quickly grabbed and tore at her boobs. She screamed out in pain as the 30-minute bell was rung. Yet we continued to fight. Tara now had me flat on my back telling me to “quit bitch before I really hurt ya”. Yet I struggled with her on the mattress. We continued to fight grabbing each other's hair, breasts and throwing in an occasional punch or two. The director checks the camera man to make sure that he is still filming as he smiles back at the director affirming the inquiry. I pull back on Tara 's hair, and bend her head and neck back, and then wrap my legs around her waist and causing her to cry out. She then punches me in my groin, and I release the hold on her hair, and around her waist. We both release each other, and roll away. I can hear her moans and groans, as I try to catch my breath. I am curled on the mattress from the low blow. I get up first on the mattress, Tara seeing my posture get ups quickly but I act first and tackle her onto the leather couch, and we start fighting again. This time I am on top of Tara . She tries to buck me off, but I use my legs and leverage to meet her efforts. I can feel our nipples battle each other's as we rub them into the breasts of the other. My smaller, but firmer chest is forcing her breasts to the side, as I wrap my right leg around her thighs, and my left leg is extended out to the floor to keep her on the couch. I can feel her bodily resistance grind into my pelvis, and I use my pelvis to meet hers. We soon start grinding our bodies against each other's on the couch; I can tell by her moans that she is being affected and stimulated by this, so I keep up the pressure. This move is also affecting me as it energizes me into a state of frenzy; I attack her big boobs, and begin to scratch and claw at the big targets. Our breasts meet, as does our stomachs and love mounds.

Our breathing becomes quicker, as we both begin to the feel the stimulation of our fight, and lowering energy supply. Tara whispers in my ear “you fuckin bitch!” I tell her to “give up!” She continues to resist, but is slowing down her movements. I ask her again to “give up bitch now, or I'll really hurt you.” I follow it up with a punch to her side, and Tara finally stops fighting, and I stop also. I look at her in the face, I then push off of her. The director says “great job ladies, excellent work! I loved it!”

The crew offered both of us robes to cover ourselves up. I felt the eyes of the crew on my chest, and quickly cover up. I then felt the juices flowing in my crotch, and looked down and saw a stain on my bottoms. I hoped that I covered up the exposure before the crew realized what happened. I then looked at Tara , and saw that she had a dark stain on her panties also. I took a quick shower, and changed back into my work outfit, and the nurse check me over, and attended to some of my wounds from the numerous scratches Tara had inflicted. The nurse was treating both of us; Tara and I would glance at the other looking at the work or damage we did to each other. Tara spoke first, “don't worry its over! Ease up! James was really happy with the shoot. We'll probably get more work, maybe together.” After our check up, we both left and James thrust $500 dollars into my fist, and then gave me another $500 dollars for a bonus. “Why the extra money?” I asked. “Because you were great, and I have enough footage for either an hour, or two 30 minute films. Take it you earned it, and we'll be in touch very soon!” James said. In fact why don't you two have my driver take you two home. He is right down stairs.” James continued.

Tara and I took our money and left the apartment. We took the elevator, and walked out on to the street, and told the driver to take them home. I only wanted a hot bath, and to go to bed. I was feeling pretty good, and was really happy for the cash. Tara said, “ Hey why don't we go out for a drink?” I said, “Okay, where too?” Tara said, I know a place.” Tara gave the address to the driver, and off they went. Tara had changed into jeans, a red sweater and heels. I was wearing a long skirt, with a light colored top and heels. We partied late into the night, danced and drank a few drinks as they club hopped the city. Men came up to us, but I thought that Tara 's big tits were definitely a stud magnet. I used my smile and personality to attract a few guys into conversation, but the nightspot was too loud. I was not interested in company for the night, and soon Tara and I had the driver who continued to wait for us, and drive us around as per the director's orders.

Finally, it was time to head home and the driver directed his car over the bridge to Brooklyn . The driver arrived at my apartment; Tara and I shared small talk in the back seat. Tara was from Jersey , and worked in an accounting firm as a clerk. She had worked with James before as a session wrestler. As Tara talked I had thoughts of attacking Tara , and finishing what we started earlier that evening. I saw her long legs, pretty round face and dark eyes. I wanted to beat this bitch so bad, but maybe we would wrestle or fight again. As I got out of the car, Tara asked if she could crash at my place. She did not want to ride alone home with the driver. “Sure I, said my roommates are probably at their girlfriends place.” I thanked the driver, and offered him a tip but he refused and wished us a good night, and drove off. I opened the building, and then went up to my apartment on the 2 nd floor. Tara followed behind closely, and when I reached my apartment she leaned into me. She said, “what a night!” She then put her right leg between my legs as I sorted my keys to open the apartment. I reached around her to get to the lock and pushed on the door to open it pushing my chest into hers, and Tara fell back into my apartment. My roommates were gone as I flicked on the lights. Tara asked about the bathroom, and I pointed it out to her. I walked in checked my messages, and kicked off my shoes. Tara kicked off her shoes as she exited the bathroom. I used the bathroom next, and when I got out I saw Tara looking around the apartment.

I stated that I was tired, and moved towards the bed as Tara moved towards my couch. We both stripped off our clothes, and I gave Tara an oversize T-shirt that once belonged to my stepbrother. I wore an old football jersey of his. Earlier in the evening, I lusted to continue our fight, and now as I gazed at Tara , the feeling erupted again in me. Tara then moved towards me and hugged me. As she hugged me, her hands slowly and deliberately went to my thighs and ass. She cupped my ass, as I reached up and started to move my hands under her T-shirt, and fondle her breasts. She bent down and kissed me on my neck, and then our faces and lips met in a very passionate kiss. I turned us around as we kissed, and forced her down on my bed. Her arms and legs opened widely accepting my body to hers, and I began to slowly grind my pussy into hers.

I nuzzled and kissed her neck and breasts through her T-shirt, as she then began to raise mine over my head. As I continued to kiss her, I could feel her hands go up and down my back to my ass. Her fingers probed the creases and narrows of my back and thighs, and to my breasts. I then began to remove her T-shirt, exposing her full, firm breasts and erect nipples. The targets I had attacked earlier that night had become objects of passion and desire. My thoughts were somewhere between carnal lust, and desire to continue our physical contest. “Fight or fuck!” I asked. Tara said, “yeah!” Tara 's and my moans and groans were broken when Tara said, “I am gonna fuck your brains out” “Not in my bed bitch!” I said. “We'll see!” Tara said, as she picked up the pace of the rhythm of the humping and grinding. “I could feel your wetness during our fight on the couch little girl!” Tara said. I had hoped to hide my desire from the crew, and thought I did but I didn't think Tara knew. “Yeah! Well you were pretty wet too.” I responded. “So let's settle this now. Who is gonna give in first? Tara said.

We both started to grind in rhythm, making sure to keep our now bare bodies in position for our pussy's to battle it out. I again started to massage, and knead her breasts, as she massaged my back, ass and thighs. She tried several times to finger me, but I would grab her arms and pin them to the side or over her head as we battled on! She wrapped her long legs around my waist, and I brought mine off the floor to fuck her froggie style for better leverage to grind into Tara on her love mound. Tara was gasping louder and louder, as I was building up to a frantic orgasm myself. Our juices were mixing on our thighs already slick from sweat. We started to cuss at each other again as the pent up pressure within our bodies was looking for release. I rose up over Tara, who looked up at me with an empty look and then I could feel her thighs tense up, then I felt the damn burst within me and release all over Tara 's soaking wet pussy as she too came. \

Tara then pulled me down on top of her as we French kissed each other, and enjoyed the warmth of each other's touch. She and I caressed each other as we both rolled to our sides, and held each other. In a effort to show dominance, we both humped each other and slapped our breasts and stomachs together. We then locked our legs together, and forced our pussies into each other's and continued our fuckfest.

When we awoke the next morning, the juices around our pussies had dried up, and it hurt as we separated. Our curly hairs were entangled, and our manes of hair looked like a rat's nest. Tara and my legs were intertwined, and the other felt every flexing of muscles to move. “What time is it? Tara asked. “Its' almost 10 AM .” I responded. Tara said, “I gotta get home. I am supposed to be at church.” I just smiled as I watched Tara gather her clothes and shoes. “I'm taking the T-shit as a souvenir” she said. “And I am taking your panties as a souvenir” I said as I scooped them off the floor by the bed. She stared at me wishing that she had time to fight for ‘em. I said, “You know where I live!” She smiled and said, “I'm sure we will meet again.” She went towards the door, quickly grabbing my pair of panties from last night and waved them at me as she left. I was too tired to take her on again in the hallway, but wanted to. I rushed to the window of my apartment and yelled “slut!” at her. She just waved my panties at me and walked towards the subway to take her home to Jersey .