The Wrestling Lesson (or How Christa Met Tony (f/f/m, domination/lesbian)
The usual disclaimers.
It was a rare rainy day in Los Angeles. One of those days when it rained just
enough to annoy you - drizzly and gray. I was running late for the taping
session I had signed up for. I had gotten involved in doing wrestling videos for
a small company in the San Fernando Valley. Although I'm a relatively big girl -
I'm 5"8", weigh in at around 200 pounds - I have huge 46DD tits, a big round ass
and a relatively small waist. With the right costume, I looked pretty hot. Most
of the companies I had worked for followed scripts - some dim-witted bimbo and I
would half-heartedly grapple in someone's living room for 15 minutes or so
before one of us won. Hey, it paid my way through college. I had discovered that
I really liked the struggle, but longed to prove myself in a real wrestling
match.
This particular day I was in the Valley to do a video for a new company. They
called themselves Real Girlfights. I didn't expect the scenario to be any
different as I hauled open the heavy door to the warehouse that had been
converted into a makeshift studio. Inside, I found a surprisingly big ring
set-up. There was only one camera, and a harried looking guy with glasses that
slid down the end of his nose jumped out of a battered director's chair as I
entered.
"Hi! Oh, thank God you're here I thought I was going to have to cancel!" He
rushed up to me and pumped my hand in greeting. "I'm Harry, I'm the director.
You can leave your things in there," he pointed to a door to the left of the
ring. "Any attire you want to come out in is fine - your opponent is doing bra
and panties but if you to do more or less, that's fine."
I was actually amused by his frantic demeanor. "Is there a script?" I asked
huskily. His eyes got big as he used his forefinger to push his glasses back up
his nose.
"Oh, no!" he exclaimed. "We shoot real fights. May the best girl win? Winner
take all. You both sign disclaimers. Please tell me you're okay with that? You
can't walk out on me - I had to rent the lights!"
"Calm down, Harry," I said as a little frission of excitement ran through me.
"I'm up to a real fight." Truthfully, I was a little nervous. I knew I was
strong - I could bench press 150 pounds - but this would be the first time that
I battled woman-to-woman for supremacy. The thought of making another woman
submit to my strength was... arousing.
I went into the small dressing room and stripped down to a cappuccino lace bra
and thong. The color complemented my skin tone and my long curly auburn hair,
which I pinned up on top of my head. I stepped out of the room and the first
thing I heard was a nasal, screeching voice saying, "Ohmigod, you are sooooo
cute!"
I looked up to see that the cameraman was a big, gorgeous hunk of man - 6'4",
265 lbs, of pure muscle with black hair and killer biceps. Hanging off of his
powerful arm was a bimbette in a teal green push-up bra - not that she had much
to push up - and a g-string. She was one of those women who think a crabcake is
a heavy meal instead of an appetizer. About 5'4" and 110 lbs. She had very long
straight black hair that fell in a ponytail to the middle of her back. She was
grinning up into the face of this gorgeous guy like she was having him for
dessert.
"Hello," I said softly. They both turned and I could see that Mr. Handsome had
brilliant green eyes. He had dimples in both cheeks and a cleft chin. He smiled
at me and held out his hand.
"You must be Christa." He took my hand and held it for a few seconds longer than
he needed to, all the while looking deep into my eyes. "I'm Tony and I'll be
your cameraman today." He released my hand slowly, almost reluctantly and turned
to indicate the girl beside him. "And this is Jane, your opponent."
I held out my hand to the little brunette and just looked at me disdainfully.
"Harry!" she screeched. Harry came running over and she turned from me and said
loudly, "I can't believe you set me up with some fat bitch! I wanted a real
challenge, dammit!"
Not even in the ring and she had already pissed me off! "Get your ass in the
ring and we'll see what kind of a challenge I am!" I retorted. Jane got up in my
face but Harry jumped between us and yelled, "Wait till the cameras are
rolling!" I backed up and stepped under the top rope into the ring.
Tony took his place at the camera and the red light went on indicating that he
was taping. Jane took her time entering the ring; sashaying around to the side
where Tony stood and bending over to give him a good look at her ass. She stood
with one hand on the top rope and ran one hand down her flat behind and looked
coyly over one shoulder. By now I had grown impatient, so I walked over to where
she stood, grabbed her by the ponytail and yanked her over the top rope into the
ring. She fell awkwardly, bashing her forehead against the mat as she landed on
her face. I stomped down hard on the center of her spine and she flopped over
onto her side and arched her back.
Since she was down on the ground, I could have just continued to stomp her into
oblivion, but I knew that a good match would have them call me back so I
couldn't just whale on her that way. I reached down and grabbed Jane by her long
hair and dragged her up against the ropes. I pulled her ponytail back until she
was bent backwards over the turnbuckle. I turned to check the camera position
and caught Tony's eye and smiled. Then I let loose with a big forearm smash to
her chest. I stepped back to view my handiwork. Her butt now rested on the
second turnbuckle and she gasped for breath.
"Is that the best you've got, bitch?" I asked sneeringly. "I guess I'm going to
have to teach you how to wrestle!"
I grabbed her right arm and pulled her out of the corner. She tottered slightly
as though her legs wouldn't quite hold her. "Let's start with the basics," I
cooed. I reached between her legs and scooped her body up, then paused for a
second. "This is called a bodyslam," I said as I slammed her down to the mat.
She bounced as she hit a slight huff came from her parted lips as the wind was
driven out of her. "It's good for getting your opponent down on the mat. Now
once they are there you can do a few things," I continued. "You can leave them
there and go to mat wrestling. Or you can pick them back up and show them
another move." I reached down and hauled her to her feet by her hair again and
picked her up and slammed her again and again. Suplex. Sidewalk slam. Powerslam.
Each time I pulled her up by her long ponytail. "You really need to change this
hairstyle," I joked.
Jane's hands came up to scrabble at my wrists, but she was too weak to get a
good grip. I grabbed her right arm in both hands and began to swing her around.
"Another good move is the Irish whip," I explained as I spun her in a circle."
"You can disorient your opponent and let them go where it will do the most
damage!" I let her go and she sailed across the ring back first into the corner.
She hit hard, her eyes and mouth opened wide in shock and pain as her back
smacked into the iron ringpost. I ran across the ring and deliver a big
shoulderblock to her midsection. Then I gave her a series of kneelifts that had
her gasping for air.
Her arms draped over the top ropes held her up as I sauntered over to her and
began to spin her again. "Or you can whip them into the ropes for another
maneuver!" When she came off the ropes I hit her with a big clothesline that
flipped her clean over so she landed on her face. She lay there for a moment
before she groaned and curled up into a ball, covering her head with her hands.
I knelt beside her and pulled her head up off the mat. "Are you getting this
sweetheart?" I said nastily. She shook her head from side to side as if to clear
it. "No? Well then we'll have to continue the lesson!"
I pulled her up until she was on her hands and knees, then dragged her over to
the ropes. "The ring ropes can be in several ways," I said as I pulled her head
over the center rope. "They can be used for choking your opponent." I placed my
knee on her back and forced her neck down. Her body bucked beneath me and I
counted to five, then released her. Jane slumped down and collapsed with one leg
extended outside of the ring. "You can also use them to restrain your opponent,"
I said, as I hauled her up and trapped her arms between the top and middle
ropes. I kicked her feet apart and put my hands on my hips as I looked at her
heaving body. Dominating her was getting me hot, my pussy was wet and throbbing,
but I wanted to dominate her more than I wanted to get off. I threw a series of
punches into her midsection; she gagged with each punch.
"Once you have your opponent restrained," I whispered playfully, "You can try
some illegal moves. Like a low blow!" I knelt suddenly and put all of my
strength into an uppercut right between her legs. She squeaked like a mouse and
her feet came off the mat with the force of the punch. She sagged in the ropes,
her legs no longer keeping her up, her arms stretched in their confinement as a
high pitched whine emitted from her throat. I released her arms and she pitched
facedown onto the mat for about the hundredth time. I reached down and unhooked
her bra, then turned her over and finished removing the offending garment.
Tears streaked her makeup and her silky black hair was a disheveled mess. Her
tits were small with little nipples. I pressed my hand down on her left shoulder
and her body relaxed - she was sure I was going to pin her. But I wasn't done
with her yet.
I chopped a brutal punch down into her right tit, putting all my weight behind
it. It flattened totally against her breastbone and she jerked up with a sharp
cry. I backhanded her back down and punched her left tit with equal power,
drawing a piercing cry from her lips. I joined my hands and pumped an axe handle
deep into her tummy. She curled up around my joined hands and I pushed her back
down easily. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, let my 46 DD's loose. I
snuck a glance at the two men in the room.
Neither man had made a sound during my domination of Jane. Harry sat in his
director's chair with his legs crossed tightly as though he were in pain. Tony
diligently continued to work the camera, but I could see a bulge in his jeans
that was either three pair of socks or a seriously huge dick. I smiled to myself
and pulled wrapped my legs around in a punishing body scissors. I leaned back
and locked my ankles as she whined helplessly between my powerful thighs. "This
is what you call a body scissors," I told Jane. She pounded pathetically on my
thighs, but her struggles grew weaker and weaker in the face of my devastating
power. Finally I released the body scissor and pushed Jane away. She curled up
on the mat, sobbing, with her arms locked protectively around her battered
midsection. I grabbed Jane's ponytail and pulled her head back and into a figure
four headlock. Jane squealed as the pressure of my thighs threatened to cave in
her skull. I released her and pulled her up
into a sitting position against the ringpost, then wrapped my arms around the
ringpost and forced her face into my cleavage. Her muffled cries grew weaker as
she nearly suffocated in my superior breasts. I backed up and Jane pitched
forward again, motionless on the canvas. I slowly squatted over her until I was
straddling her back.
"Now matches can end in a pinfall," I continued, " or a submission. There are
several submission holds you can use. Like a camel clutch." I draped her arms
over my thighs and pulled back on her chin as she moaned beneath me. I let go of
her chin and her face smashed into the mat again. I got to my feet dragging the
nearly limp Jane up to her knees. She swayed in front of me and I felt so
powerful. I knew at this point I could end the match at any time, but my
throbbing pussy demanded that I show this bitch just how powerful I was.
I reached down and snatched Jane up and over my right shoulder, placing one hand
one her thigh and one on her mouth as I pulled down. "This is one type of back
breaker." I said quickly as I leapt into the air. Her body bent backwards deeply
over my shoulder. I stood again, keeping her in the backbreaker. "And this is
another!" I cried as I shifted her body into my arms and quickly dropped her
back onto one outstretched knee. I kept her stretched out over my big thigh, she
was inert, her arms and legs dangled loosely. "Now if I were going for a pinfall,
I'd want you down on the mat," I said as I jerked my leg out from under her and
dumped her onto the canvas. Her leg kicked just a little and she lay still, only
her harsh labored breathing giving any motion to her battered body. "But I like
submissions the best." I stepped onto the backs of her thighs and grabbed her
arms, then fell backwards. Jane was suspended above me, her arms and legs all
being pulled practically out of the
ir sockets. "Okay, bitch," I hissed. Time to submit!"
I pulled down brutally on her arms and jostled her with my legs. She moaned and
shook her head. Was the bitch crazy? I let go of her arms and her body arched
more dramatically, cantilevered from her legs. I caught hold of her chin and
pushed her head back towards my knees, cruelly bending her back to the breaking
point. "I will break your back, bitch!" I taunted. Finally a muffled cry came
from her lips. "I give! I give! Oh, God, please!"
I released my hold on Jane and let her tumble to the floor. I rolled her onto
her back with my foot and stood over her as I caressed my big tits. I knelt over
her and intertwined my legs with her and began to spread them. She cried out and
I said viciously, "Bonus lesson! This is called a grapevine!" As I pulled her
legs apart I pinned her shoulders to the floor and lowered my big tits until
they were just millimeters away from her face. "And I forgot to tell you this is
called a breast smother!" I held her until her body began to shudder then raised
up and looked down into her reddened face. "Lick my nipples, bitch!" I ordered.
Her mouth opened and her tongue came out to lick my stiff nipples. I felt an
orgasm rising in me and came with a shudder as she sucked and worshipped my tits
for several minutes.
I got up off of her and looked at Harry and Tony. Harry yelled, "Cut!" and
immediately jumped out of his chair and ran into the ring. "Oh my God, Christa
that was fabulous! I can use you again! Your pay is in your dressing room! Let
me get Jane out of here!" He scurried to help Jane out of the ring and into
another room in the studio.
I looked around the ring to see if I could find my bra when a huge masculine
hand waved it in front of my face. "Looking for this?" Tony asked with a wicked
smile. I reached for it and he snatched it back out of reach. "I should make you
fight me for it."
"Oh, great," I thought to myself. I liked strong dominant men but most men who
want to wrestle women want to lose. "Not interested," I mumbled.
"Why? Afraid you'll lose?" he teased.
I put my hands on my hips and faced him head on. "No, I'm sure I won't! I'm just
not into you guys who like to lose to women."
Tony smiled wolfishly. "Who says I like to lose to women? You look like someone
who enjoys a good fight before sex." He reached out and tweaked one of my stiff
nipples. I brushed his hand away and he laughed. "Tell you what - let's make
this easy. Best of five falls, submissions only. You win, you get your bra back.
I win," he paused and gave me a look that took my breath away, "I get you."
I took a long look at his long muscular frame and the impressive bulge that was
straining the front of his jeans and felt my pussy start to really leak
moisture. I backed up a little and made a "come-on" movement with my hands.
Tony tossed my bra out of the ring and whipped his polo shirt off over his head.
His body was truly impressive - densely muscled with black hair finely coating
his chest. He gestured towards the jeans. "On or off, babe? Your decision."
"Leave 'em on," I jeered. You're not gonna get far enough to take 'em off."
We circled each other warily, feinting several times before we locked up. He
instantly twisted me around into a full nelson. He held the hold easily without
making it painful. I tried in vain to pull my arms down but he was too strong
for me. "Give up?" he breathed in my ear."
"You may have me immobilized, but that won't make me submit," I snapped.
"No? Guess I'll have to crank up the pressure a bit." Slowly he tightened the
hold, inching my neck further and further down until I felt like my spine would
snap. Finally, it was too much for me and I gasped, "I give!"
Tony released me immediately and my hands flew up to massage my neck. He leaned
back against the rope and watched me with amusement. I straightened my spine and
again gave him the signal to start.
"Already?" he mused. "You are a tough girl. But that's okay 'cos I like tough
girls." He grabbed my arm and whipped me into the ropes, then caught me when I
came off in a bearhug. Again he started slow, increasing the pressure in a
leisurely fashion. I felt like a small animal trapped by a boa constrictor, his
arms completely encircled mine; my breasts were compressed against the hard
planes of his chest. I tried to take a deep breath and when I inhaled he
tightened his hold so that soon my head was swimming and I felt like I was on
the verge of passing out. My arms felt useless but my nipples were rock hard,
turned on by this muscleman who was dominating me so effortlessly. He released
me and I crumpled to the floor, unable to stand. He knelt beside me and asked
gently, "Do you give?"
"Yes, I give," I choked out, stunned at how easily he was beating me.
His feet left my side and I rolled up into a sitting position to try to get my
breath back. After I few minutes I stood again, albeit a little shakily and gave
him the signal to continue. I spent a good minute just running from him before
he caught my arm and twisted it behind me into a hammerlock. He took one hand
and cupped my pussy, smirking when he felt the hot moisture that was literally
running down my legs. He used the leverage to bring me to my knees, then
straddled me and quickly converted the hold into a camel clutch. I struggled
weakly as he began to put power into the hold. I could feel that big bulge
resting between my asscheeks and I wanted it so bad but I didn't want to give it
too him so easily. The pain blossomed slowly in my back as he bent me farther
and farther, my chin pointed at the ceiling when I could bear no more and I
quickly croaked out my submission.
Tony released me and I collapsed face down before I regained the strength the
get up on my hands and knees. I looked up and Tony stood before me in only his
underwear, the long cotton knit boxers tented by his enormous erection. He
reached down and stroked himself, then looked down at me and smiled. I reached
up and molded my hand against the length of it; I could tell that it was so
thick my hand wouldn't fit around it. I grabbed the elastic of his boxers and
slid them slowly down his powerful legs. The head was enormous and I leaned it
to lick the bulbous head. He let out his breath in a hiss and reached down to
pull my head up.
"Only losers have to suck it, Christa," he said gently. "And you're no loser.
Not after the way you took that girl apart. "You tell me how you want it."
I took his hand and pulled him down onto the mat with me. He rolled over me and
kissed me, his tongue broad and thick driving me crazy as he slid one finger
into my wet pussy and stroked me. "Oh, god, yes," I muttered thickly, pumping my
hips up and down.
"Fighting gets you hot," he whispered as he stroked another finger into me.
"Please," I whimpered.
"Watching you fight gets me hot," he continued as his thumb began to circle my
clit. I was bucking against him when he suddenly swung his leg over me and began
to stroke that thick hard cock into me. I had never felt anything like it, I
moaned slightly as the thickness stretched me almost beyond my limits.
"Oh god, it's so big," I groaned as I strained to take more of it.
"It's over 10 inches long and almost 9 inches thick, baby," he confirmed as he
finally buried the entire length inside me. He reached behind him and wrapped my
legs around his narrow waist and said, "Hold on, baby. You're about to get the
fuck of your life." With that he pulled back and began to pump into me harder,
faster, harder until in less than a minute I was screaming with the most intense
orgasm I had ever felt in my life. It went on and on and then changed and
climbed to another peak even more powerful. That was the day I discovered
multiple orgasms. I lost count of how many times I came before Tony finally
filled my pussy with his hot cum. He looked down at me with his cock still
inside me and said proudly, "You keep fighting like that, and you can get fucked
like this every time."
So that was how I met Tony and I discovered that I liked to fight.
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