Fantasies of Lyle - “Biker Chick”

Featuring Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler

By Gark

Mindy: Age 27, 36C-24-35, 5' 9½", 145 lb.

Lyle: Age 28, 40" chest, 34" waist, 5' 10", 153 lb.

[As told by Lyle]

I couldn’t help but feel a bit foolish, plopped down on a barstool in the seedy biker bar, dressed as one of them… one of the myriad biker regulars. My cover was good, but I wasn’t sure how good. My whole get-up was authentic, purchased used from a local bike shop. Still, I felt kind of silly wearing a ‘hole-ey’ pair of jeans, scruffy, black leather biker boots and a black leather vest over my bare chest. I certainly wasn’t tall or fat, like most of the regulars, but my grungy red bandana & unshaven beard of several days helped sell the look. No one seemed to take more than a passing interest in me, so I continued to sip on my beer as I awaited Mindy’s arrival.

I’d purchased a biker outfit for Mindy, too, and I could hardly wait to see her in it. But as I waited, my mind wandered to another woman I’d once wrestled. Marta had seemed like everything I’d ever wanted in a woman… fairly tall, well built, strong and interested in wrestling. But she’d been transferred to New York City before the relationship had gotten far enough to include topless wrestling. At first, Marta and I had only kept in touch sporadically, and that was what had led me to find Mindy. From the start, I’d known Mindy was beyond my reach, but the way she embraced my wildest fantasies in our various encounters made up for a lot.

But lately, Marta had started calling several times a week. I could tell she was lonely in New York, all on her own, but there was little I could do about that. The distance was too great on my meager budget, and Marta was still too poor from relocating to visit me. The phone calls were long and intense, with no topic off limits. I’d even told Marta how much I regretted that our ‘relationship’ hadn’t had the chance to ‘mature’. When she sighed, “Me, too,” I really perked up.

Although it wasn’t as satisfying as a phone call, Marta and I began using instant messaging to save money. I explained how much I missed wrestling with her… and my wrestling fantasies, too. Thankfully, Marta didn’t seem shocked or surprised in the least, and even asked for more detail on some of the scenarios. Eventually, I let it slip about Mindy and our fantasy-wrestling matches. Maybe my subconscious wanted it out in the open! Though I’d explained to Marta that there was no reason to be jealous, as it was a dead end acquaintanceship with Mindy, I was pretty sure that she was, because pretty soon thereafter Marta suggested we try instant messaging wrestling matches. We called it ‘IMW:)’, for short.

IMW:) worked surprisingly well. In fact, as time went on, we dropped all inhibitions and typed whatever we wished. The first time I texted about yanking off her brassiere, Marta responded aggressively about forcing me down and using her ‘naked, 36D breasts to thoroughly demolish & dominate’ me. Though she wasn’t close at hand, my rod hardened immediately. I knew her breasts to be large, so I was delighted at the account of their true size.

IMW:) was nearly as good as having her with me - well maybe not that good, but text wrestling was something very, very good between us! Marta told me that IMW:) was ‘fun… even exciting!!’ for her, too. Though we hadn’t yet graduated to bottomless IMW:), or IM sex, I knew it was only a matter of time. If only the distance between us hadn’t been so great!

But my mind cleared instantly and I snapped back to reality as I saw Mindy saunter though the door, leather pants clinging to her hips as though she’d been poured into them. Her loose-fitting leather halter blouse did little to cover her 36C breasts. Mindy’s midriff was bare, exposing a finely shaped, small ‘inny’ belly button, far sexier than I’d ever realized. But her hair was somewhat disheveled, pulled back under a red scarf, completing the ‘chic’ look of a biker chick.

I went to script and paid her little attention, though I wished otherwise. As it was still early evening, there were thankfully few others in the bar. Mindy wandered around haphazardly, giving each of them the once-over, before stumbling onto the barstool next to me.

“Hey buddy, wanna buy me a drink?” she slurred, pretending to be inebriated.

“Bring my new friend a beer,” I told the bartender. He gave me a wolfish grin, envying me my incredible luck at snagging such a woman.

After her beer arrived, I leered, “So what do you like to do, chicky?”

Per script, Mindy sneered back, motioning towards the pool table, saying, “How ‘bout a game?”

“Sure, but how do I know you’re not one of them hustlers?” I replied.

“Yeah, how do you know?” she smirked, before adding, “My break!”

I grudgingly nodded my agreement as Mindy went to rack the balls. As she leaned over to finish, exposing her ample cleavage, I grinned and said, “Nice rack, chicky…”

Mindy gave me a dirty look and then proceeded to go about prepping for the break shot. “How about fifty dollars a ball, loser?” she challenged as she readied her shot.

This was all part of my carefully prepared script, so I replied, “Sure chicky. I sure hope you ain’t got no cash… I got an alternate payment in mind…” I leered.

“Mebbe you’s the one whose gonna need an alternate payment,” she countered gamely.

The number of patrons had surged since I’d first arrived and the biker bar had been getting pretty loud and rowdy, but at the moment, you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone was captivated by our billiards game… and by the stakes!

Mindy bent over deeply for the break, her ass stretching the tight leather pants to their fullest. Every eye in the place (including mine) was fixated upon her behind, until the sound of the colliding billiard balls shook us from our stupor.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. Mindy broke like a pro, the balls scattering explosively around the table, with the nine-ball finally sinking in the side pocket. She grinned wickedly, and I realized that I was being played. ‘Was this woman good at everything?’ I wondered.

And so it went. Mindy sank the next three balls in succession, grinning each time another ball dropped in the named pocket. I was wondering whether I’d even get the chance to take a shot, but thankfully Mindy missed on the thirteen-ball - bad luck, I suppose. Or, did she miss on purpose? I’d probably never know.

But at least I had a chance, although she’d already sunk five balls. I lined up my first shot, grumbling, “Two-ball in the corner pocket.” It dropped nicely and the cue ball lazed over towards my next shot. “Three-ball in the corner pocket,” I called, and so it went for another two balls. Now it was five balls for Mindy versus four for me. There were fewer balls left on the table now and my choices were limited. My last shot had not left the cue ball in a very optimal position, but I’d make the best of it. “Seven-ball in the side pocket,” I called, but the shot was a near miss, at best. And, unfortunately, I’d carelessly left the cue ball in good position for Mindy.

Mindy grinned as she moved to line up her next shot. “Thirteen-ball in the corner pocket,” she said. The pocket shook as the ball dropped with a thud. “Fourteen-ball in the corner pocket,” she called, and another ball dropped. That left only the eight-ball, not such a certain preposition. “Eight ball in the side-pocket,” she called. The pocket she indicated required a carom from the far side of the table… a very difficult attempt, but the only real possibility for her to sink it.

As always, Mindy leaned over, stretching her leather pants to their utmost, before striking the plain white ball with her cue. I shouldn’t have been surprised when the eight-ball bounced true off the opposite bunker and slid neatly into the side pocket.

“I win, eight balls to four. I believe you owe me $200,” purred Mindy.

“I ain’t got but a hunnert,” I replied, which happened to be our agreed upon, heavily discounted rate for the evening.

“Then you’d better come with me, loser,” said Mindy, motioning towards the door. We dropped our cues on the table as Mindy continued loudly, “I’m gonna make you work off the rest of what you owe me.”

I swear every man’s jaw dropped wide open at that. Absolutely everyone starred dumbfounded as Mindy led me out the door.

As we approached our (borrowed) hawgs, Mindy said, “I’m partial to tusslin’… biker style, ya know. Thass how you can work off your due.”

“Suits me fine,” I replied, “I like biker tusslin’.”

“Then foller me,” she ordered. “We’ll go to my place.”

Mindy climbed on her hawg and gave it a tremendous kick-start. I had to admire her… every bit the professional. It was all I could do to keep up on my own hawg as Mindy weaved her way through traffic, arriving at the back door of MFC (Mindy’s Fitness Center) in about ten minutes.

“C’mon in” she signaled upon opening the back door. I entered and she locked the door behind us. Then she led me past the bathroom and bedroom to the main area. Mindy flipped on the overhead lights and adjusted the dimmer switch to obtain a dull glow throughout the 16-foot by 24-foot room. The mat had already been removed, as well as the couches, loveseat, and chair, leaving just the heavily padded lush carpeting. I immediately noted the strong looking, 2-inch diameter rope dangling from one of several heavy-duty eyebolts in the ceiling. Its length extended to about six or eight inches above the floor.

Mindy noticed my interest in the rope. “I like Tarzan and Jane kinda stuff,” she said with a harsh laugh, “as long as Jane’s in charge… This is jus part of my biker-style of tusslin’,” she continued.

The rope idea was pure Mindy, a perfect surprise! I was already tremendously turned-on, just thinking about the types of things we could try.

 “Jus a minute before I make you earn your due,” she smiled. “Here, put these on,” she ordered, throwing a pair of leather shorts in my direction. Then she grinned wickedly and walked away towards the back of the place, calling, “I’ll be back,” sounding a lot like ‘Arnold’ the Terminator.

I quickly threw off my clothes and put on the skimpy black leather shorty-shorts Mindy had tossed to me. They were soft and supple against my skin, hugging my thighs, hips and rigid rod perfectly.

Mindy appeared after a few moments wearing similar black leather shorty-shorts, but also wearing a chain-link, cupless leather bra. Her large, naked breasts hung deliciously within the brassiere, her erect rose-pink nipples peeked out from between the links of chain, echoing their inherent power. My senses were overwhelmed at the sight of those chain-linked beauties!!

But then she broke my stupor, saying, “Hey, loser! Wanna take a chance with the other hunnert you owe me? Wanna go double or nothin’ on the tussle?”

“I’m kinda untrusting and all,” I replied. “You’re probably a hustler at biker tusslin’, too. But I’m in anyways!”

 “Good, makes me tingle all over in anticipation,” she chortled knowingly. “We’ll go two out of three falls… but to win, ya gotta win one fall with a 5- second pin, and the other with a submission. The order doesn’t matter - just one of each for the overall win.”

“Okey dokey, chicky. Let’s rumble,” I replied.

“You betcha, whack job” she snickered. “It’s gonna be fun takin’ you down a few notches.”

“I was jus thinkin’ the same ‘bout you, beaver breath,” I countered nastily.

Mindy sneered at me wickedly as we sidestepped towards the center of the room, keeping a careful eye on the other, approaching the area where the rope hung precipitously from the ceiling. Then we circled cautiously at about a four-foot distance, the rope midway between us. Suddenly Mindy charged straight for me. I braced myself for some sort of rope maneuver, but she slapped the rope aside and barreled straight into me, clipping me hard on the right shoulder, felling me to the plush, carpeted floor.

I was stunned and surprised at the tactic. She’d caught me completely by surprise. As I rose slowly to my feet, I saw Mindy looping towards me on the rope, legs spread wide. The next thing I knew, Mindy had clamped her powerful thighs about my waist. As she applied more and more pressure, I realized the unique position we were in. I was still on my feet while Mindy, legs wrapped about my waist, hung from the rope by her arms, her body suspended above the floor. Through the pain, I admired her beautiful body - powerful thighs, narrow waist, full breasts and wide shoulders. The strain of holding onto the rope rippled through her arms, shoulders and breasts, an attractive sight in itself.

Though Mindy was strong, I knew her weakest area was upper body strength. I doubted she could hang onto the rope much longer. Suddenly, Mindy twisted around on the rope and I was flung to the floor on my back. Mindy’s legs loosened about me momentarily, but quickly recaptured my body as she lay off to my side.

“You should jus give up loser, and turn over the money” she taunted.

I just grunted, then reached out quickly and grabbed her left breast, twisting it hard. Mindy grimaced, but didn’t cry out. She pried my hand off her breast and then easily prevented me from repeating the tactic.

Mindy bore down on my waist with her thighs. For the moment, I was helpless. All I could do was grimace in pain. But as I twisted in pain, I realized the rope was hanging at arm’s length behind my head. I instinctively reached for it, but accidentally pushed it away. Thankfully, it swung back closer and I was able to grasp it solidly. I pulled hard on the rope and our bodies moved towards the area directly below the rope. Once centered, I was able to pull myself upwards, hand over hand. To her credit, Mindy didn’t let go with the waist scissors. But gradually, I was able to get my feet under me, though Mindy’s thighs remained clamped about my waist.

I released my grip on the rope and concentrated on squashing Mindy’s body into a pretzel against the floor. Her shoulders were pressed against the floor, yet she still didn’t release my waist! I decided to count her out. “One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two…” I began.

Mindy must have realized I wasn’t going to submit, so she unclamped her legs from my waist, and managed to fling my body over to the side. There was no time to rise fully as we were only about a foot apart, so we ended up kneeling, facing one another. We locked arms to shoulders instantly, trying to force the other to the floor. My eyes were locked upon the chain-link, open cup brassiere and the naked breasts bouncing about within. Suddenly, our arms were free and our bodies pressed together, chest-to-chest, arms wrapped about the other in a bearhug. I could feel the soft, firm warmth of her breasts, contrasted by the cold hard chains of the fancy brassiere. I’d picked it out special for her, and Mindy gladly used it against me, pressing the chains harder and harder into my chest.

I was mesmerized at the crushing touch of her body, unable to think clearly. Before I knew it, Mindy flipped me onto my back and was crawling on top of me! My hands quickly found hers and I managed to keep her off of me to the side. We struggled on our sides, Mindy’s breasts flapping against my chest and the occasional chain scraping harshly across my skin. I tried to force her onto her back while she tried the same against me. Our arms grappled as we swung back and forth on the floor.

Then my right leg slipped between hers and we became entwined, legs tangled around the other’s. I pressed my thigh firmly against the center of her crotch and was rewarded with a deep sigh. But Mindy retaliated by pressing her left thigh against my bulging, rigid rod. The sensation was electric! Soon we were rolling back and forth across the floor, thighs pressed firmly against the other’s crotch. We were locked up in each other rolling around in a thigh-to-crotch duel from which neither wished escape. Our supple leather shorts provided little or no protection from the erotic impulses of the other.

Mindy’s breasts continued to amaze my senses. At one point as Mindy rolled over onto me, her breasts smacked against my jaw and across my lips. The steel chains of the brassiere slid harshly across my chin & abraded my skin. Then I forced her to roll further so that I was on top. I licked her left nipple briefly before she flipped us back over. And so it went, locked, entwined, together with almost no thought of escape.

Eventually, our progress brought us near the mirror-wall, off kilter so my head & shoulders were pressed against the wall. We could go no further. Mindy managed to pry her thigh from between my legs and straddle my waist. She yanked at my body and pulled me back from the wall a half-foot. Before I knew it, Mindy’s knees were resting on my shoulders and my hands were under the control of her hands.

She had me in a schoolgirl pin! I tried to bridge, but there was no place to flip her off because of the proximity of the wall. I struggled desperately to hook an ankle under her armpit, but to no avail! As Mindy began to count, I knew my fate was sealed, but struggled nonetheless. The underside of her beautiful breasts danced above my eyes as she struggled to maintain control over me. I caught her reflection in the mirror and got a much better view of her wildly bouncing breasts as she continued to apply total control over me. The view was so magnificent that I struggled much longer than I normally would have from such a hopeless position. Mindy finally caught on to my ruse and smiled slyly as she finally forced my struggles to subside for the pin.

“One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, one-thousand-five!!” she cried before jumping up to stomp around in wild excitement. “I beat ya, loser!” she cried like a biker bitch. “You should jus give up now and hand over the $200.”

I jumped up, somewhat startled by the banter. Her breasts bounced around wildly as she pranced about the room in exultation. “No way, bitch!” I yelled. “Your titties and gnarly bra ain’t gonna protect you next round. I’m used to ‘em now!” I boasted.

“Not likely, loser dude!” she countered. “Let’s go again, then!” she crowed, turning to face me, raising her arms in a muscle pose. Her breasts and chain-link brassiere rose high on her chest, very threatening indeed!

I couldn’t help but admire her amazing form! I was mesmerized, but needed to concentrate on the task at hand. I managed to snap out of it just before she rushed me, sidestepping just in time. I grabbed her free arm as she passed and flung her to the floor face down. I pounced immediately on her back and grabbed both of her arms, pulling back hard for a surfboard hold. I finally had a hold on Mindy from which she would be hard pressed to escape!!

Mindy knew she was in trouble and tried to wriggle her hands from my grip. But I had too good a hold and she just thrashed about helplessly. I yanked back on Mindy’s elbows fiercely, punishing her for making the attempt. She settled down some, so I secured my position better, straddling/settling into the small of her back.

“Give up biker bitch!” I crowed. “You’re done for this time!”

Mindy was trying to conserve her strength by not actively resisting, sort of a rope-a-dope tactic, so I decided to punish her further. I positioned one knee on her mid-back and then pulled mightily on her arms/elbows until she cried out. I quickly let up, fearing I’d gone too far. But I was too late realizing she’d not used our safety word, ‘snowbound’. Mindy freed her arms and was starting to rise and liberate herself fully. I saw the rope dangling nearby and grabbed it just in time to clamp my thighs about her waist as she stood. Hand-over-hand, I pulled myself up the rope a few feet so I could get better leverage with my scissors hold. Mindy’s face looked strained and I knew she’d been weakened significantly. She worked at prying my legs apart, but I had my ankles locked together behind her back. Mindy writhed about helplessly for a time, finally collapsing to the floor. Maintaining the hold, I lowered myself to the floor. I grabbed one of her breasts firmly within the confines of the linked chains, threatening Mindy with further punishment. I tugged and poked at her firm, rose-pink nipple.

“Give up, biker bitch, or your titty is gonna get twizzled!” I tightened my scissors upon her waist for effect. At that moment, Mindy’s female scent was heavy in the air. ‘Maybe she gets hot when someone defeats her!’ I pondered.

After holding out as long as she could from the double tortures, Mindy finally cried out, “I g… g… give!”

I was ecstatic! I’d finally beaten Mindy by submission! I’d wondered for a long time if it was even possible… but I’d done it! I released her body, and considering what she’d been through, Mindy didn’t look too bad. In fact, there was this queer smile on her face. I think she actually had enjoyed her predicament!!

“Don’t get cocky biker boy. There’s still one more round,” she spat as she rose unsteadily to her feet. “You stay right there while I get us a couple of beers,” she drawled. “I think I need to recharge my battery, and then I’ll pay you back for that titty torture!”

It was only a few moments and Mindy reappeared with a couple of beers. I was anxious to resume and press my possible advantage, but the beer looked inviting, especially in the hands of a nearly topless, large busted attractive female. Her glistening body dripped of sweat as she handed me a bottle. As I fiddled with the cap, Mindy quickly snapped hers off and slammed the beer home in two seconds flat.

“Biker babes can handle their beer,” she grinned.

I swiftly got a proper hold and twisted the cap of my beer bottle free. I slammed down my beer just as quickly has she’d done! “So can biker bad-asses!” I replied lustily.

Mindy collected the bottles and set them out of the way to the side. Then she turned and walked seductively towards me at the center of the room. “How ‘bouts you and me start this finale round like bad little biker boys and girls?” she cooed seductively.

Before I could ask what she meant, Mindy adeptly placed her right leg between mine, pressing her thigh tightly against my crotch. “Now you do the same,” she ordered. I repositioned my right leg so that my thigh was pressed firmly against her crotch.

“Now our arms,” she continued, motioning for test of strength handclasps. My fingers entwined with hers as we prepared to continue the contest. Her rose-pink nipples slipped between the links of chain and brushed back and forth against my nipples, certainly not by chance. Her supple leather shorts pressed firmly against mine. And her thigh wriggled against my crotch as my thigh wriggled against hers. The sensuality was unbelievable!!

I was about to burst, when she whispered in my ear, “One… two… three… Go!!”

And with that, we struggled within the confines of each other’s clutches. I dared not release her for fear of losing that incredible hold. It was clear she felt the same as we struggled and stumbled around the mat upright with thighs pressed to the other and hands clasped together. I grunted and groaned from the exertion and pleasure of it all. Mindy moaned softly at the intimacy of the battle. Finally, I got caught up in my own entrancement and tripped. We both fell to the floor, separating.

I reached for the ceiling rope, trying to secure the same scissors hold on Mindy as in the previous round. She ducked quickly, but not quickly enough, and I managed to clamp my thighs about her neck. I pulled her face towards my bulging, pulsating crotch. Her nose and mouth were pressed firmly against my manhood. But instead of giving up, Mindy instead started twisting her head back and forth against my hardened rod. I gasped at the unexpected stimulation and in an instant she was free.

Afterwards, I realized that the hold was of little value, as I needed a pin to win. But Mindy, already having achieved a pin, needed a submission to win. After I steadied myself on my feet, I turned to face Mindy. But she was already upon me, using the rope to encircle my wrists.

“Here’s payback, biker boy,” she hissed. “It’s claw time!”

Both of my hands were trapped within the coil of rope that she held tight in her right hand, leaving her left hand free to strike, literally pouncing on my rigid manhood and squeezing tightly. It wasn’t painful per se, other than the sexual arousal part…

“Ready to give, biker boy?” she asked as she continued squeezing my rigid rod. “Or do you need some more?”

I grimaced and grinned simultaneously, not knowing how to respond. Mindy squeezed even harder, waiting for me to react. As I grimaced/grinned still further, Mindy released the rope and pushed me over. I landed face up on the mat with Mindy still maintaining her claw hold on my manhood. She smiled sweetly for a moment and then released my pulsating rod. But it was only a split second before her breasts, complete with steel chain link, were whipped across my face. Mindy held my arms down and continued to smack her breasts back and forth across my face, raking the chains across my skin. I could barely sort out the pleasure of it from the pain. Finally, Mindy wrapped her arms around my neck, locked them together and then began to squeeze my face to her breasts, chain link and all.

I could barely catch a breath as we struggled. I tried to roll her over or catch hold of the rope, but it wasn’t working. Between the smothering breasts and the pain of the scraping chain, I was gradually losing it. Unable to speak, I finally had to tap out my submission.

Mindy lifted her body just enough so that her breasts were slightly above my face. “Now lick ‘em!” she commanded. I looked up at her for a moment, uncertain. “You heard right!” she roared. “After what you did to my titties earlier, you gotta make amends. Now lick both of ‘em!!”

I had no problem complying with the order. For a number of minutes, I licked, kissed and suckled her breasts & nipples through the gaps in the shiny links of chain. Mindy cooed with pleasure at the intimate attention.

Mindy finally sat up, still sitting astride my overwhelmed body. “You lose, biker boy, and I expect you to pay up, or I’ll whup you again,” she threatened.

The idea of being whupped again sounded good to me, but I stayed in role. “Sure babe, I’ll pay up. But I’d like another shot at you sometime.”

She rose and extended her hand to help me up. “Sure, anytime,” she replied. Though when I extended my hand, she slapped it away and I fell backwards to the floor.

“Slow learner, ain’t you, loser?” Mindy snickered as she walked away.

The End