Blue Drew Hits The Mat (Patreon)

“I’ve been so lonely for so long...” she cried, her words dripping from her pouty lips. “You have no idea how badly I need a man’s touch...”

“Oh I’ll do a lot more than touch you babe...” Drew smirked, getting himself an eyeful of the gorgeous lady before him. “Hohohoh yes, I’d rock that in a heartbeat…”

“Mmmmm, you’re making me so hot, lover...” she whispered, in her deep breathy voice. “Ohhhh I just want to devour you whole… mmmph...”

“Ohh, hell yes!” he replied, licking his lips in excitement. “Girl, I’d give anything for a night with you... devour me, please!”

“Hah, ohh I’ll do it… if you do just one teeny tiny little thing for me...” she teased, batting her eyes as she coquettishly turned her figure. “All you have to do, is give your credit info to 555-0420-6969, and for merely 10 cents a sexond, you’ll get a personal call from me for as long as you want~”

“What the fuck?!” Drew moaned, throwing his hands up in the air; after taking them out of his boxers… he angrily took up his remote and changed the channel, absentmindedly flipping between them as he groaned, “What a fucking ripoff...”

Drew leaned back in his recliner, slouching as he gazed listlessly at the screen. He’d been through quite a dry spell after his last girlfriend got sick of his sleazy ways. His try for a lap dance didn’t quite work out like he’d hoped and left him drained clean of spending money. It’d be a while before he could afford taking a gamble on any sex workers, unless he decided getting laid more important than eating of course… needless to say, he was beyond being able to even think about unreasonably high sexlines.

One might wonder, if Drew were so blue, why wouldn’t he just get himself off? Well, it’s a point of pride for the silly man… he’s gotten it into his head that only losers masturbate without a woman’s aid. Since he’s such a cool sexy man, every lady should be throwing themselves at him and therefore, there should always be someone around to satisfy him… by whatever means, he needs to have a woman help him reach an orgasm or he won’t be having them at all. That’s simply the way he’s wired…

But my, could he feel how long it’d been, the days turning to weeks were becoming rather rough on his balls. Of course he’d tried the dating scene again but, well, he’s been around the town for a while, and it seems the women around there have caught onto his shtick. He can barely get a conversation started anymore. 

He found himself absentmindedly rubbing the front of his underwear… he pulled away as soon as he realized that of course, but as much as he didn’t want to touch his own cock, his cock sure did seem to be crying out to be touched. A dilemma, to be sure, one that had him groaning in frustration. 

In an effort to distract himself, he leaned over and reached for a newspaper. For some silly reason they kept sending them to his house in 2018, he barely even noticed it anymore. But on this fateful day he happened to flip through the pages, and there, he saw a very, very interesting photo… one that truly his tested his resolve against touching himself.

There, was a picture of a woman with a cheerful smile, her hands clasped, posing like some kind of bodybuilder, though she was hardly a hulking behemoth… extremely developed though, one might say. Toned, yet thick, she had perfect scissoring legs, atleast that was Drew’s immediate thought. 

He had no idea why her picture was there but It was hard not to ogle that body considering what she wore, or rather, what didn’t wear. All she had one was what looked like by far the skimpiest one-piece bathing suit he’d ever seen. It had a plunging neckline that went all the way to her bellybutton. Thin fabric covered her nipples and crotch, and that was about it. 

She was closer to naked than one might think they’d allow on the paper, and incredibly shapely as well, with perhaps the largest pair of breasts Drew had ever laid his eyes on… hips to die for as well, and considering how her outfit looked from the front, he found himself imagining that it just disappeared between what had to have been some heavenly asscheeks as well…

“Ohhh, what a sight for sore eyes...” he quietly shuddered. “Wh-what is this about…?”

Though it took a herculean effort, he ripped his eyes away from her picture long enough to read the ad just below it…

“Are you ready to get down and dirty?” the headline asked. “This rowdy grappler is ready to take on all comers! For a mere $15 entry fee, the lovely Wrasslin’ Rhea will take on any challenger in the ring and wrestle them into submission! She may look sweet, but she’s happy to roll around on the mat with anyone who wants a piece of her! Are you man enough to take her down...?”

Drew’s eyes widened, his breathing started to get heavy. That was the cheapest option for a quick grope he’d heard of in some time… and as silly as this sounded, it only took a few moments of visualizing to realize how into the idea he was. Him and her, next-to-nude, rolling around, presumably oiled up… and hell, she was basically begging to be pinned down! He could do damn near whatever he wanted in that environment…

Fit as she looked, Drew was certain there was little some girl could do to stop her. Obviously it’s just a blatant cash-in on sex appeal, she’s probably not even a trained wrestler. If anything this was designed for someone like him, a horny dude who wanted to dominate a hot babe! He found himself shaking with excitement as he picked up the phone, looking to make his appointment right away!

Unsurprisingly, she got a lot of takers, so he had to wait a while, it’d be a good six days before she could squeeze him in. Mmm… he liked thinking of it that way. But he was happy to wait, letting the anticipation in his pants build that much more until finally, the day came.

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And so, there I sat, pensive as all hell in that waiting room. I was so damn horny I couldn’t keep still, and the only thing keeping me from losing my damn mind was knowing what I was about to do. After some rolling around with that dame, it’d get me off for sure, but moreover, it’d let her see just what a herculean manly man I really am. I could almost taste the feeling, of pinning her down to the mat, watching her moan and strain against my controlling hands… if I could pull it off, she’d be so taken in by my sheer testosterone, she’d probably be begging for my cock right there and then.

Sure, I never trained in wrestling a day in my life. Or any combat sport, frankly I always thought sports in general was just a silly concept. And I wasn’t exactly in the best shape of my life, but whatever. I’m a dude! And she’s a chick. Sure she looked all powerful in her photo but that was pure beach fluff if ever I saw it, no body builder ever looks that curvaceous unless they go out of their way to get that look. And that’s all it was, a look! Beyond that, she was as weak as any girl, I was certain of that. This was gonna be easy!

What made me all the more excited, was the whole damn time, I was hearing muffled screams from the room I was waiting to go into. I think that door was soundproofed because I really couldn’t make out a thing, but the yelling was constant, and impassioned from the man and woman in there alike. They were having a massive amount of fun in there. God I was jealous… never had I been so impatient.

As the next man was called in, my foot started knocking the floor in anticipation. Why wasn’t it me? How could they not just, just thrust me in the front of the line the moment they saw my handsome face and charming personality? Kind of an insult, making me wait. Especially considering all these guys they had before me. Nothing but perverts, the whole lot of ‘em. I did my best to avoid lookin’ at the slimeballs. 

One thing I couldn’t help but notice though, for all the dudes that went in there, it didn’t seem like any actually came out of that door. They left through some kind of back door, I guess. On an unrelated note, I was seated right next to a window and I kept hearing faint ambulance sirens in the distance the whole time I was there. So that sucked, not sure what that was about. 

I guess that dude was pretty quick, it only took a few minutes after that, when the secretary called out my name. “Drew… Rhea’s ready for you.”

A big ‘ol smile crossed my lips as I stood up, primed and ready to go in my tanktop and boxer shorts. “Ohho, trust me lady… that dame ain’t ready for what’s coming to her. Not by a long shot...”

Proudly I strode to the door, the cock of the walk as I shoved it… only to see that it was actually labeled ‘Pull’. Pretending that didn’t happen, I pulled it open and walked inside. 

The room was small, heh, intimate you might say… hardwood floors, appropriate, a backdoor as I wisely deduced… did I ever mention how much I liked going into backdoors? A chick dressed like a referee leaned against the corner, that was good for a laugh. Really the only particularly notable thing was the thick blue wrestling mat, which took up most of the floor. 

Well, the only notable thing besides the unbelievably sexy woman that was lying in the center of the mat anyway. She was on her side, her head resting on her fist as her legs stretched out, a real pin-up pose. And fuck me running, she looked even better than her picture made her out to be, that entire body was rippling with sex. From what seemed to be a few hours worth of dealing with other dudes, she was already a bit sweaty, enough to give her whole lithe body that little sheen… and luckily for me, she was wearing that same cockmagnet of a swimsuit and nothing else, which was basically the next best thing to just wrestling her in the nude.

Before she even said a word to me, I was fully erect and ready to get going. 

“Hey there big boy.” she began. “They call me Rhea, Wrasslin’ Rhea in some circles… heh. And you must be Drew, the extremely well-endowed and rugged, right?”

That was the vague impression of what I got from her introduction anyway. Honestly I was too enraptured by her body to listen to whatever shit she had to say, so I may have paraphrased a little there. 

The broad got up really slowly, pausing on her knees for a few seconds to give me a pouty look… she was teasing the hell out of me already. Rhea stood, and approached me, and her every step was another reminder of how out-of-this-world toned and long her legs were. She had the kinda thighs that you might see on one of those women who split open watermelons. Again, all for show obviously, but damn what a show they were…

In a hushed tone, something I like in a girl, she breathed, “You want me to tell you the rules here or… do you want to just, dive right in?”

Smoothly I replied, “I-I r-really think I work worse if I, work BETTER if I… just l-learn as I go...”

She gave me a little smirk in response. Rhea was cool as a cucumber, which was impressive, considering how hard her lust must’ve been hitting her on the inside, just from being in the same room with me. 

“Well in that case, I’m sure you’ll have no problem figuring out where to start.” she noted, as she turned around. After taking a few steps forward, she went down on her hands and knees, a great position for any woman. My jaw dropped at the sight, that view of her ass took me by complete shock. That supposed wrestling attire didn’t cover a thing, it disappeared within the thick, supple flesh. I’d never seen an ass that was that big and yet, that shapely… I could almost hear it, crying out to be spanked.

This living wet dream of a woman looked back at me, coquettish as could be as she declared, “Well? It’s your move...”

“W-Well damn! I didn’t think we’d be skipping right to the good stuff!” I replied, adjusting my imaginary bowtie as I strolled towards her. “Most girls wanna waste all sorts of time with that silly foreplay nonsense… heh! I like you...”

And so, in showing how much I liked her, I pounced, landing on her back, my arms wrapping around her waist, my rock solid bulging erection pressing right into that ass. Right away I was groaning up a storm, this contact was enough to give my dick a delight. A lesser man would’ve cum right there, no doubt about it.

Of course she didn’t give me much time to get there, as with a swift motion, she raised up her right shoulder and this simplest of maneuvers had me rolling right off of her. I ended up on my back to her left, staring up into those blue eyes.

“Well that sure was a sad attempt. Almost makes me wonder if you were really trying to wrestle me at all.” she remarked, gazing down on me with a knowing smile. “That IS what you came here to do, right...?”

“S-Sure, yeah.” I answered, scrambling my way up. “Just wanted to make sure YOU were taking this seriously, that’s all!”

Rhea laughed, a sure sign that she bought what I was selling. She remained in that alluring position, but I decided that, impossible though it may have seemed, it was for the best if I ignored that glorious ass for a bit. She seemed to want to make me earn whatever gratification I got from her. That, was significantly less attractive to me, but hey, in a room alone with her, I wasn’t about to complain. 

Vaguely aware that I was supposed to be rolling her onto her back, I knelt down and wrapped my arms around her waist a bit more tightly this time. I also opted to face away from her ass, so as to not be so distracted. I put my body into pushing, but… she wasn’t moving at all, staying on her hands and knees where, admittedly, she belonged, but against my wishes all the same.

Digging my feet into the mat to try and gain some leverage proved to do nothing for me, I just couldn’t tip her over. Trying another tactic, I kept my grip on her as tight as I could whilst getting back to my feet. I wanted to hoist her up into the air, from there it’d be easy to just slam her down. But seemingly through nothing other than a tight grasp of the mat, she blocked this. Her lower half only slightly rose into the air, but she managed to pull herself back down entirely and stay that way.

“What the hell...?” I muttered.

“Having trouble?” Rhea quipped. “I’m still open to giving you that lesson first if you need it...”

“I’m fine… figuring a girl out is half the fun.” I answered. That wasn’t true at all, it was easily my least favorite thing about screwin’ a chick. It sure made me sound cool though, lines like that were what made me such a suave, debonair ladykiller in the first place.

Noticing that her immaculate lower half rose for atleast a moment, I decided to focus on that. Struggling mightily to keep my eyes off her ass, I crawled forward and stuck my head between her spread legs. Grasping tightly onto her thighs, and moaning a bit when I felt how thick and magnificent they were to the touch, I shoved the back of my head against her crotch as I tried lifting her from this position. 

This time there was no budging though, she was making sure to keep her legs down as firmly as her arms. It didn’t help that I was quickly distracted by the smooth, strangely soft yet imposingly built legs that were just about wrapped around my head. In fact during my struggling to get her off the mat, I felt the side of my face press into one of her inner thighs and I was so enraptured by it, I couldn’t bear to pull away…

“What are you doing back there?” she asked, warily.

“Just, testing the waters...” I mumbled, rubbing my cheek against her awesome thigh as my hands ran slowly over her hips. “It… it’s a, a feeling out process...”

“Right, sure thing buddy. Yannow, I can’t help but think a real man would’ve taken me down by now.” she sighed, as if she were somehow unimpressed by my incredible prowess.

Hmph… so she wanted to play that game, eh? Poke the bear until he showed his claws and unleashed the beast… oh I could certainly do that. Pissed, I stood up and took a position similar to my first, but this time when I wrapped my arms around her waist, I pulled back with all my might, looking to flip her right over my head.

I’m sure you’re thinking it’s a bit silly to expect this to be easier than just lifting her straight-off. But you’re not an expert amatuer wrestler who spent a solid half hour looking up techniques on his smart phone in the waiting room, and that position meant a lot more leverage, I think! Hard to say considering it worked about as well as the last time.

It did have a bonus though, as when my upper body pulled back, my lower body pulled in… again my bulge was pressing into her ass, this time thrusting passionately and it gave me an overwhelming shudder. Immediately I gave up on this, ‘soup-pleks’ thing I was going for, and all of my focus went right back to my dick. It’s where HER focus should’ve been as well, where did she get off ignoring it?!

As I got more into this, my hands started running up her taut stomach, running through her chiseled abs - impressive, if obviously just for show - until they started to close in on her enormous, hanging breasts...

Like a true cockteasing she-beast, she picked that time to stop me. Just as I was milliseconds from getting my hands on those tig ‘ol bitties, she grabbed my wrists and proceeded to crawl backwards, slinking between my legs. That plump, luscious ass slid right across my bulging erection, getting an unashamed moan from me. 

That bit of stimulation distracted me though, I barely noticed that she kept on going past there, until she’d yanked my arms through the opening between my legs, causing my upper body to go along with them. Of course, unlike the contortionist I was stalking for a few months last year, I don’t bend that way, so this resulted in me unwillingly front flipping onto my back, hitting the mat hard. 

Rhea’s grip on my wrists persisted and she looked down at me with a self-assured smirk. That wasn’t an expression I ever appreciated seeing from a girl. I struggled a bit, but couldn’t seem to get my hands free… not that she gave me much time. 

In a flash, she’d twisted around to stand over my body, a bare foot next to either of my sides, and she’d wrapped my arms up in a painful knot in the process. Then, she just up and leapt down onto me, straddling my stomach, before pinning my twisted arms into the mat. 

Keeping my cool in this compromising situation, I calmly stated, “ARRGRGRHRGH GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WRAPPING MY ARMS UP LIKE TH-”

I trailed off when I realized that as she leaned over to pin my arms down, her enormous breasts - swaying mercilessly and barely concealed by that wildly thin attire - were now hanging right above my face. Dangling precariously close, they immediately became the only two things on my mind, and I tried to thrust my face into them. But she’d pinned me so effectively I couldn’t even manage that much. 

Squirming to get at those tits, I was so enraptured by her bosoms that I didn’t even notice the referee, who I’d honestly forgotten was in the room with us, going down and pounding the mat. She called out, “1! 2! 3! Halt - Drew has been pinned!”

When Rhea and the ref stood, I was startled by how abruptly those breasts were pulled away from me. Sitting up, my eyes darted back and forth. “Wh-what’s going on…?”

“You got pinned.” the ref repeated, deadpan. “That should be common knowledge… if you can’t get your shoulder up before a 3 count, you’re beaten.”

“N-No...” I muttered, my cock aching more than ever after that display. “No, don’t tell me we’re already done!”

“Oh no, of course not.” Rhea replied, waving me off. “We keep going until somebody doesn’t want to keep going anymore, that’s the only way these matches end. But I kinda like to keep score anyway… just for uh, the sake of knowing, if you catch my drift.”

So she could rub her domination into people’s faces almost as much as she did the same with her mammoth mammaries, that’s why. Atleast that was my interpretation… but I didn’t really care as long as I got to keep going. 

“Well, that’s good to hear. ‘Cause for the record, that was nothing but dumb luck, I just wasn’t ready, is all.” I explained. Now I’m not one for excuses… so that’s how you know, I was telling it exactly like it was! “Now this time, I’m ready for you! So let’s rumble!”

My dick still yearning for contact at any cost, I rushed in, and simply wrapped my arms around her. But while feeling our chests pressing together sure felt great, I couldn’t stay like that for long as the slippery little slut was quick to slide right out of my grasp. Next thing I knew, she was knelt down with her hands on my ankle. I guess off my running start, I’d ended up off-balance, and as such she quickly tripped me. No other reason than that…

Once I was on the ground again, I saw my leg was lifted straight up into the air by her grasp. With some adjusting, she had my leg caught at the ankle by her enclasping armpit. Going down to the mat herself, she wrapped her powerful, exposed legs tightly around my own EXTREMELY powerful and fairly exposed leg, her calves coming down crushingly against my thigh whilst she yanked my foot out of place.

This… hurt. It hurt a whole hell of a lot actually, way more than I expected to come anywhere close to experiencing on that day. Immediately I was screaming, struggling and slamming my hands helplessly against the mat. 

“Halt! Drew submits.” the ref called out, letting Rhea release me. Apparently slapping the mat is code for submission in most combat sports so she called it immediately. Obviously if I’d known about that, I would’ve resisted. I would never submit that damn fast otherwise. Er, no, I mean, I’d never submit to a woman like her in the first place!

As Rhea stood up again I glanced at her and groaned, “What the hell was that?! That freakin’ hurt!”

“It’s called a submission move. And it hurting is kind of the point.” she patronizingly explained. “Once again, you’re in a wrestling match. You definitely need to get more acquainted with the basic rules of wrestling at some point...”

“Dammit, this thing isn’t supposed to hurt, or be legit!” I barked. “I mean the whole purpose of this was to… uh… I mean this is just supposed to be...”

She lorded over me as I trailed off, her figure equal parts beautiful and imposing as she glared down at me. “I’m sorry, it’s just supposed to be what, now?” she murmured. “Maybe you were mistaken, but I take my job very seriously. I’m a wrestler, friend. Not a gimmick.”

“S-Sure...” I agreed as I struggled to get back on my feet, and on the third attempt I actually managed to pull that off. Real match or no, I was GOING to cum in that room, and it was going be entirely thanks to her. Of that, I was certain. It was the one certainty, frankly.

“Anyway, I guess if you tapped out, that means we’re done here...” she sighed, arms crossed just beneath her breasts. They were barely contained by that parody of a swimsuit, it seemed like they were just aching to escape it’s meager confines. I could just about hear them cry out and beg for me, in all my just nobility, to free them. God help me, I wanted so badly to answer the call…

“N-No, I…! I was just confused! I didn’t know hitting the mat meant a submission! ...That’s what you were getting at with the ‘tapping out’ thing, right? I’m-I’m observant like that, I’ve picked it up now...” I grumbled convincingly. “C-Come on, we don’t we have to end this now, do we?”

“Actually, the session doesn’t end officially until you say so… or until I’ve been defeated. That ends my day...” she explained.

“Right of course, if someone’s whipping you, you wouldn’t want to come back for seconds.” I nodded. I mean really, who would do that? You’d have to be some masochistic idiot! I continued with my wisdom, “Move onto the next schmuck and see if you have better luck, I’d do the same.”

“Oh… no, I mean, my DAY is ended at that point.” she repeated. “As in, if someone beats me, I’m done for the day. Can’t accept more matches, and the money gets refunded to anyone who didn’t get a turn.”

It took a moment for the meaning of that to sink in, as I briefly reflected on how many filthy perverts (obviously not including myself) drifted into that very room, just in the time I sat there in the waiting room. There had to be atleast a dozen dudes ahead of me in the queue… and she hadn’t lost a single match? She really wanted me to believe she’d schooled that many guys in a row?

I smirked as another layer was added onto the obvious con. “Wow, you’re really good to beat that many in a row, huh?”

More like beat them off! HAH! I’m funny.

“Well I’m glad that’s sinking in. It’s pretty easy work really, not like I’m ever against anyone who knows what they’re doing.” she replied, running her hand down her slick, shiny chest. “I do work up a bit of a sweat though… anyway, you wanna assume the position now?”

“Oh, hell yes.” I replied, swiftly laying down on the floor. I was just flat on my back, my legs spread, my head nestled in my folded arms, comfy as could be. “You want I should take my shorts off or would you like the honors?”

After a brief glance at the enormous tent I was pitching, her awe and arousal disguised by a thin veil of disgust, she reached down and grabbed me by the tank top. “THIS position, you dumbass...” she grumbled, her tone just pouring with lust as she rolled me over. 

After getting REMARKABLY handsy with me for a few moments, I was in the same position she was before, on my hands and knees. “Ugh… now uh, honey, I don’t like to take it in the same way you do… tell me you ain’t got a strap-on somewhere, I really don’t want to deal with that… once was ENOUGH for me, thanks.”

“Just… just try to stay planted like that, okay?” she moaned seductively, mid-facepalm. “Try not to let yourself fall over, alright?”

I shook my head. “Pfft, why the hell would I be falling overrrrrrRRR-!”

As you can perhaps grasp, she dove on me as I was speaking. Actually, she flipped over me, wrapping her arms around me as she performed her athletic vault. One arm went past my shoulder, the other between my legs, and her hands met in the middle. I had barely enough time to register how nice it felt when her forearm grazed my groin before I was flipped onto my back. 

She was bearing down on me, she had one of my legs hooked, and I felt a lot of weight - mine and her own, thanks to this position - adjust onto my chest. And her tits were jiggling so much after that, I was dead certain the left nip was about to pop out. 

The ref’s hand hitting the mat shifted my focus as I realized I was being pinned. I tried to get my shoulders off the mat, but nothing doing. I attempted to kick out, like you see in wrestling, but for some reason I just couldn’t budge. “Hey, lemme go!” I shouted as I struggled and squirmed beneath her, whilst the ref’s hand went down a second, and then third time.

“Halt! Drew has been pinned for a three count.” the ref declared. 

Rhea released me and I rolled, scrambling to the side. “Wh-what was that crap just now?!“

“A pinfall.” she replied, with a roll of her eyes. “If you’re asking for technical details, it’s referred to as an ‘Oklahoma Roll’. Pretty standard wrestling move.”

I scratched my head. “But why couldn’t I kick out…? I don’t get it, I mean it was just you holding me down, shouldn’t have been too hard. I guess something to do with leverage and technique I can’t wrap my head around… eh, I’ll probably do better next time.”

She wore a distinct frown after I said that. Why, I can’t tell you. Honestly though it’s a much more attractive look for a girl anyway, preferable to a smile if you ask me.

I stood up and waved my hands around, my arms outstretched. “Well? Come on now, I’m far from done, let’s wrassle some more! I’ll get the hang of this, mark my words, heh!”

Slowly, showing respectful and warranted caution, she approached me, her hands drifting closer to me. I bit my lip as I looked up and down her impeccable, flawless figure. She just looked like a statue, some kind of greek goddess. If I was one of those weirdos that were into powerful women she’d check that box about a hundred times over, but she was just so damn perfect… somehow she made strength look sexy. I mean, faux-strength, just-for-looks muscles like I said, but still… 

She feigned a lunge towards me, and her tits, pressed so tightly together, bounced mightily. They were just bursting out of that swimsuit and seemed so slippery, I was absolutely convinced one was gonna flop right out. With that in mind I understandably froze, my eyes locked onto them. Now this might sound like perviness, but you see I knew if a nip slip DID happen, she’d really appreciate me drawing her attention to it so that she can rectify it. That’s the gentlemanly thing to do, and I totally would’ve done it after staring at it long enough to get a good mental photograph of the image…

Tragically, this didn’t happen, and instead while I was standing there agape, Rhea whipped behind me with stunning speed. Before I knew what was going on, her arms were wrapped around my waist. I was astonished at how powerful they felt, she really did a great impression of someone with actual strength. And just to further that, she actually lifted me off of my feet! Her chiseled arms tightened around me and my back was clung snugly to her torso as she slowly took me off of the floor. 

“Wh-what the hell?!” I wheezed, as her vice around my stomach was a little less than cozy. For a moment she’d convinced me I was in there with a fighter, but it quickly dawned on me that it was really just a sign of how much weight I’d been losing…

Still, it was impressive how she turned around with me still in her arms, slamming me facefirst onto the wrestling mat, and swiftly she straddled me, her crotch pressing into the small of my back. I tried to push up off the ground to get her off me, but I couldn’t seem to lift her… way less leverage from that position, you understand.

Now this was most uncalled for, but from here she started raining down slaps, repeatedly smacking me in the back of the head. “Ow, augh, what, quit it!” I yelled.

“Heh, sorry. Just having a little fun.” she chuckled. Her oily body spun smoothly atop my own, as she adjusted herself and proceeded to sit her beautiful ass down on the back of my head. She raised up from the rest of my body, kneeling there with her backside bearing down. It was the only thing putting any weight down and yet, I was just laying there squirming, no way in hell of slipping out. A testament to that ass’ size, I guess.

“What’s the matter, big man? Go on, overpower me.” she dared, as she shook her ass, grinding it into me. 

I appreciated her acknowledging how big I was and that I was stronger than her, but I felt absolutely ridiculous on the mat there. As slick as her feminine flesh felt, it seemed like it should’ve been easy to slip out, but no, I was completely pinned down by her nearly bared butt. The only reason the ref wasn’t counting is because I was facedown… although, that did give me more time to appreciate how it felt. 

I mean, my God, there just ain’t enough asses like hers in the world. I could just about sink into it, it was so huge, but I sure wouldn’t call it fat… just two big round globes, pressing down… if not for it being a little hard to breath with my face against the mat like that, it would’ve been a perfectly comfortable position. 

Frankly I got to liking it so much, I stopped resisting… I wasn’t gonna cum like that, but she was the kind of girl that damn near made foreplay seem worth it. No need to rush with a body like hers, really.

But, as if she didn’t like the thought of that, she picked that time to crawl up my body, her knees burying into my shoulder blades as she reached out and grabbed at my thighs. She pulled my legs up into the air from there and hooked my calves with her arms. Suddenly, my body was being contorted like mad as my lower half was bending backwards. I was hollering as she just kept going until I was almost entirely lifted off the mat, basically just my head and chest remained on the ground. And to add a little more emphasis, she buried a knee into my back as she did this.

“How does the Liontamer feel, eh?” she called down. “Seems a fitting way to subdue a uh, heh, alpha male like yourself...”

Believe it or not, learning that was the idea actually made me a bit comfortable with tapping out to this, and I was doing just that instantly. This girl sure knew her tricks, but for silly fake wrestling gimmick holds, that shit HURT! Kinda bewildering, honestly…

“Halt! Drew submits.” the ref called out. 

Rhea let me go, and my body flopped unceremoniously onto the mat. My erection, lovingly hugged by my shorts, made some rather painful contact in that moment… but like a real man, I managed to hide that pain. Sucking it up, I picked myself up off the mat. “Uggh okay, can we make one little condition here? No more of those holds, okay?” I pleaded. What? No, I wasn’t PLEADING, I was just, setting a ground rule. Taking charge! And I continued, “Like, I guess that’s fun for some dudes, but not this one, alright? I’m not really here to get hurt...”

“Oh? Did you not come here to wrestle?” she asked, her arms folding just beneath her tits, propping them up. That was the third time she’d done that. She absolutely, 100% was doing it on purpose, no doubt in my mind.

“Well… I mean, yeah… in the uh, same way that every other guy did, I guess.” I shrugged. “But everybodies’ got different tastes, if you know what I mean...”

She donned a knowing smirk. And to my delight, she got back on all fours, baring her ass to me. Presenting, like an animal to her big strong mate. “This is more to your tastes, right?”

“Ohhhhh hell yes it is!” I growled. Finally, she was done with all the games! This time she’d let me rub against that ass all I wanted for sure! I could practically taste my orgasm already… er, wait, no, bad choice of words… eh, you know what I meant. 

Thus, I once again jumped right on top of her without a care in the world, happily moaning and sighing as I put my cock where it belonged, right into her ass, the pesky fabric of my trunks the only thing keeping this from just being full-blown penetration; ‘cause God knows, that stretched-to-the-limit rubber band she pretended to be a wrestler in was doing nothing to block my path! I wrapped my arms around her tight… and with a swift double grope, finally I had a firm handful of her rapturous titties!

Mmmm… so enormous, you’d think for sure they were fake. Really, really good fakes but fake nonetheless… but my word, when I sunk my fingers into that flesh, they were the softest damn breasts I’d ever laid hands on. There was a time I actually COULD afford a hooker (back when I had access to a girlfriend’s credit card, coincidentally) so I was used to fondling girls with boobjobs, and they were never like Rhea’s. Come to think of it, they never bounced like hers either. And they were so smooth… not a single hint of a surgical scar. My God, were those things actually real…?

My thoughts were cut off, as she interrupted my fondling after only a half second. But this time, rather than make any sharp adjustments to throw me off, or just announce that she was gonna sit there and let me finish like a good little bitch, she actually stood up… with me, still on her back! My grip on her breasts tightened as I was a bit shaken from the sudden move, but she grabbed my wrists and easily dislodged me from those beautiful babies. 

I was agape as she stood there, calmly, not struggling in the slightest, as though my weight was truly nothing to her. There was no excuse I could come up with, nothing to deny something like this… no amount of leverage would make her able to do this, this was nothing but brute strength! There was no way on Earth I could do the same to her, atleast I didn’t think I could… did that mean…? Oh no...

She bent over, pushing her ass further into my groin, much to my few moments of ignorant, blissful delight, but she did so in the process of judo throwing me onto my back. I came down hard on the mat, enough to actually take the wind out of me with a sharp exhale. She was staring me down with an icy glare, her hands still gripping my wrists… a grip that was getting uncomfortably tight.

In her next move, she came down in a knee drop, which is to say she dropped her knee (hence the name of the move) into my throat, and from there she held the point of her kneecap against my adam’s apple. This was an alarmingly effective method of choking me, and had the added effect of making me feel like my windpipe was being crushed.

“Listen to me you pathetic, weak, tiny, TINY man.” she growled as her powerful leg punished me. “Put your body against me for as much I’ll allow, that’s fine… but you touch me like that again and so help me, I will break you in half. And then, I’ll make you watch as I do the same thing to that little twig you keep in your trunks. Are we clear?!”

After letting me suffer under her knee for a few more moments, she raised off of me, putting me swiftly into a coughing fit. What… what the hell was going on here? Could a woman really be that strong? That much stronger than me?! Was I dreaming…?

And why the hell was she doing all this?! She couldn’t have made it more obvious that she just wanted a few bucks for the pleasure of rolling around with a bodacious babe! She was a prostitute that happened to find a loophole, that’s all! Why would she be so aggressive to someone just going along with her act?!

“...Well?” she asked as she let go of my wrists, once again propping those magnificent tits up with her crossed arms whilst I finished coughing at her feet. 

Obviously I had plenty of questions and otherwise things that needed addressing. But as I got my voice back, there was one vitally important thing that I had to clear up right away, something that would no doubt turn the tide of all of this.

“...It’s not a twig...” I choked out. “My cock… isn’t small...”

“Oh no…?” she asked, a confused look on her face. She knelt down and pinched the bulge in my pants, delicately caressing my dick between two fingers. “Is this NOT your cock, then…?”

I couldn’t hide for a moment how elated I was to have her touching my penis, even if it was happening as she was insulting it’s size. But that elation dissipated when her pinch turned vicious, giving my sensitive prick an angry squeeze. I was howling in pain as she went on, “Because take it from a woman who deals with perverted little sub boys pressing their junk against me all day for a living. This…? This is TINY. You’re the smallest today, little guy, and that’s quite a feat...”

She finally let go of my cock and allowed me to curl up into a ball where I could protect myself. “Nnngh… what is your f-fucking problem, lady?! You flaunt yourself like this, put that… ugh, that provocative ad in the paper… it’s obvious what you want, why are you being like this?!”

“Oh believe me, I know it’s obvious. Obvious enough that no one would come for any other reason. Obvious enough that I know exactly the kind of guy I’m gonna get...” she purred. “Heheh… you thought I was willing to live out some kind of fantasy with you. You thought I was going to help get you off… sorry, that’s not what I do.”

“Then what the hell DO you do?!” I shouted.

“Beat up perverts.” she smirked. “And blueball the hell out of them in the process… that’s MY kink. The more pathetic and obnoxiously sexist, the better. Hmhmhm… mmm, I’m gonna go to town on myself after I get done with you...”

“Y-You… you bitch...” I exclaimed in disbelief.

“Thank you~” she cooed. 

With that, she hopped forward and slammed her enormous ass solidly down onto my face. Those deliciously thick, supple cheeks engulfed my head, and cut off my oxygen immediately. She didn’t do anything special, she just sat on my face… and I was helpless. I gripped her hips tight and tried to shove her off… I kicked out with my legs and tried to use my lower body as a lever to thrust my upper body up, but that only saw my face sink deeper into the soft, smooth abyss. I was entirely, utterly helpless… all the might of my herculean physique proved fruitless. 

My massive dick, that I assure you bore no similarities to a twig and was much more like a huge branch from a mighty redwood, twitched powerfully in my trunks as she delicately, teasingly ran her ass across my face back and forth… if she had so much as given it a poke as she did this, I probably would’ve came all over myself, but she dared deny me this… the whole moaning seductively, just to taunt me more. 

Is it so bad to wanna bang every girl I see and then never see them again? Is it so wrong that I deserve punishment like this, that a woman would refuse to pleasure my dick? I realize that the world is a cruel place, but it sure as hell didn’t need to be so cruel to ME...

But no, she kept me pinned under her ass for several minutes like that, the whole time my cock going crazy over how her rockin’ booty felt, and I was running out of air… my movements became sluggish. She chose that time to adjust… she reached forward and grabbed my hips. Without moving her ass off of me, she pulled my legs up toward her and hooked them under her powerful arms, extending them beyond what was comfortable for me in the process. 

She chuckled, taking a deep breath before intentionally letting me feel her exhale on my dick, just blowing mockingly onto my crotch. Sadly this wasn’t enough to set off even my hair trigger of a cock… not that, I’m quick or anything, I’d just been teased for so long at this point and I was already so blue by the time I came in and, yeah, I don’t need to explain myself… I’m amazing at sex! It says that on my driver’s license, I’m registered! I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore…

More frustrating than her not-quite-blowjob or how scattered my mind gets just thinking about it -  a good representation of where my mind was at the time too, I suppose - was the fact that when we were in that position, I could also feel her monumental breasts slide against my inner thighs… they had to be soooo achingly close to my dick! Nnngh, even recalling it now makes me thirsty… those tits were the tits of legend…

With the slightest adjustment of her legs, my shoulders were pressed down, stopping my already futile effort to push her off of me, and now I actually WAS pinned under her ass.

The ref went down, and I could hear the count, but I was far beyond being able to do anything about it. 

“1… 2… 3! Halt… Drew has been pinned. Heh...” the ref chuckled slightly at my plight.

I was expecting her to finally get off me at this, but she chose to literally rub it in, bearing down even harder with her voluptuous booty. The referee, who in hindsight may have held a slight bias, made no effort to get her to stop until another full minute had passed. When she finally stood up and gave me some air, I was damn near unconscious.

My vision was blurry and my hearing was a little foggy… but eventually I came to realize that I was being repeatedly slapped in the face. And then I made out Rhea’s smug expression. She was kneeling down next to me, giving me repeated, insulting backhands. 

“Hey, Drew… you there?” she grinned. “...You just lost to my ass.”

My groan at that statement confirmed that I was awake, though I sure didn’t want to be at the time. And my punishment for simply having a functioning cock with needs was far from done.

She grabbed me by the waistband of my trunks and showed off her ridiculous strength by picking me up off the ground with a simple, tender grip on my shorts. I was aghast, agog, and gobsmacked all at once.

Without a second thought, she dropped me and proceeded to leave her feet. What happened here was frankly too quick for me to see, but she must’ve coiled her legs around my midsection in mid-air, because I was being scissored like hell when we landed.

Her long, muscled up legs clamped down hard, crushing me. This was an unreal amount of pressure, unlike anything I’d ever felt, I couldn’t believe how much power she held in those thick thighs. I was immediately howling and tapping out from the overwhelming pain.

“Halt! Drew submits.” the ref noted in her infinite wisdom, but she again didn’t do a damn thing to actually force her to break the hold.

I was there on the ground squirming in agony, my arms and legs flailing, shouting my suffering constantly. And as I glanced over at Rhea I realized she wasn’t even exerting herself. She looked as casual as could be… in fact, when she noticed I was looking, she even stopped to yawn just to mock me… just before I felt, and heard, a rib crack.

After letting loose the loudest, most shrill scream to ever come out of my mouth, she let me go. And as I squirmed there on the floor, she crawled up and got right up in my face as she breathily whispered, “You’ve just been beaten by my legs.”

I could see where this was going and I wasn’t liking it. I tried to struggle my way up but fell flat on my ass, much to the laughter of the two evil bitches that shared the room with me. As I held my poor ribs, I begrudgingly came to realize the pain was just slightly more intense than my arousal. “I… okay, I-I give… ngh, let me get outta here...” I grumbled, trying to keep from getting any more broken bones.

“Sure thing… just as soon as we’re finished.” Rhea quipped with a wink and a giggle. “Sorry to say, but… I lied. You can’t choose when we’re done… the strong make the rules in this room. You have no power here whatsoever. No power in your muscles, no power in authority, and certainly no power in your shorts…”

“Y-You can’t just beat me up for no reason…!” I uttered as I managed to force myself to my feet. I turned for the door, but Rhea was so fast, she was already blocking the way by the time I was facing it. 

She reached forward and grabbed me by the collar of my tanktop, stopping me in my tracks. “Stupid, tiny little man… you PAID me to beat you up.”

Shit, she had me there…

“Ugh, st-stop calling me tiny...” I whimpered, in a manly way. “I’m… I’m a big man! I am! I-I’m bigger than you!”

“You’re small inside and out… and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a helluva lot more muscular than you. In fact… I’m taller than you, aren’t I?” she asked as she stepped in close, looking down at me. “Wow, yeah, it’s not even close...”

Somehow I hadn’t even noticed, but she had a good few inches on me. It was like I’d shrunken along with my pride. And even more demeaning than that was the fact that centimeters away from her fantasy body, I could see nothing else, smell nothing else, she was overtaking my senses… that tiny sliver of a swimsuit that proved surprisingly, frustratingly adept at covering her nipples and pussy (and nothing else) wrapped so tightly around her glistening feminine flesh… my cock ached so longingly. I deserved to sleep with her but I knew then, that the sensation I was feeling and her submission holds were the closest I’d get to knowing what it was like. 

I… I had to prove myself to her, I had to somehow turn this around and make her want me, the way she’s supposed to! So I willed myself up and bravely shouted, “I-I-I-I’m st-st-strong… I am stronger than you! I-I know I am! I just don’t know all these wrestling techniques, I’m not a damn wrestler! That doesn’t mean I’m w-weaker than you… I’m NOT!”

She shook her head. “Still trying to play that game, eh? Heh… okay, prove it, if you’ve got the balls.”

Rhea took a few steps back, hunched over a little and outstretched her hands towards me. I flinched, assuming she was about to grapple me, but she just stayed like that… aside from swaying back and forth, letting me watch as her breasts ebbed to and fro…

“C’mon! Take my hands! Test of strength!” she shouted. “Keep pushing until your opponent is on the mat! There’s no skill or technique here, just brute force! Strongest bitch wins...”

I was deep in concentration, finding my inner strength, calling on my power in a meditative stance to prepare myself to finally-

“Stop staring at my tits and go, needledick!” she interrupted my mantra.

That was one shot too many… she had to pay now. So I rushed up and did as she said, grabbing her hands… which, seemed slightly bigger than mine as well… what the hell, I was SURE I was bigger than her when I walked into that room! I fought that out of my mind and gripped her hands tightly. Even I could understand a tactic like this, so I planted my feet and shoved with all my might.

My power-packed muscles tightened, my whole body locked up as I put everything I had into pushing her onto her back. I let out a long, low groan as I unleashed my masculine might… to absolutely no effect. In fact, when I opened my tightly clenched eyes, it seemed like she was just standing there, putting forth no effort at all.

I tried to go to another level, but I didn’t have one… everything I had wasn’t enough to even budge her. She just looked at me with a dull expression, like I was boring her already. “Tiny, tiny, tiny...” she whispered. Her judgement ate at me… and suddenly I saw that my arms weren’t like a God’s anymore. They somehow managed to look stringy and flabby all at once...

Her grip on my hands tightened and slowly but surely she began to fight back, pushing me backwards. My legs shook as I struggled to stay upright, but that just meant she was bending me over backwards. Gradually, inch by inch… I’d love to tell you that it was because I was fighting back so valiantly, but from the casual smile on her face, it was obvious that she was dragging this out on purpose.

Rhea’s arms were so much bigger than mine, so much more defined and a helluva lot more powerful. It was obvious from the beginning, I just didn’t want to acknowledge any of it…

She kept going until I was almost on the floor… and then, just to mock me, she pulled me back to an upright position, looking me in the eye and laughing in my face.

“D-Damn you...” I dejectedly cursed as I struggled to even keep pushing at all.

“What? You’re doing so good!” she teased. “Oh no, oh no, such a strong man, I’m falling…!”

Mockingly she pulled backwards, showing off her flexibility as she bent all the way down to the floor to make it look as though I was giving her the same treatment she’d just given me. For the first time today, her shoulders were on the mat.

And that damn referee had to gall to go down and count. “1… 2…”

At the last second, Rhea pushed up off the floor and in one swift motion, shoved me all the way down. She pinned me firmly, I couldn’t even move.

“1… 2… 3! Halt! Drew has been pinned.” 

Rhea released me, only to reach down and pull me into a headlock. For a brief instant my head was shoved into her breasts as she pulled me up to my feet with her muscular arms wrapped around my neck. In a single move, she flipped me over her mighty hip and sent me crashing facefirst into the mat; once again my erection proving costly as it bounced painfully against the floor.

She didn’t let go, maintaining her hold on my throat as she rolled over onto my back, pulling my head back as far as she could, torturously contorting my upper body. I was screaming in severe agony, I couldn’t even imagine breaking the hold, her arms were just far too overpowering. I was flailing desperately, tapping out was all I could do.

“Halt! Drew submits.”

Rhea of course let me feel this for a little while longer… her skin was so soft and smooth, but her muscles were rock solid. How she kept her tits and ass so cushiony while the rest of her body was like that, I really couldn’t begin to explain. 

Finally she let me go and I rolled onto my back - my dick was causing a lotta discomfort in that position - as I coughed up a storm, holding onto my throat. Just to further exemplify her obvious dominance, Rhea planted a foot on my chest and flexed mightily as she declared, “You’ve just been defeated by my arms… twice!”

“P-Please end this...” I pleaded. There, I said it… I was pleading.

“Oh, do you really want me to…? ‘Cause it seems the little vienna sausage between your legs wants to keep going… it’s still so hard.” she relentlessly mocked. “Well, I mean, ‘hard’ might be overstating it with that thing, but it’s certainly fully erect…”

She walked over and stood with her legs spread wide, tauntingly lining up her crotch with mine. Rhea put her arms up above her head and gave a deep roll of her hips, looking like a belly dancer as she breathily asked, “After all this… do you still want me? Hmmm…?”

I did… but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

She ran her hands up from her shapely hips, all the way up her taut stomach, dragging past her huge breasts to make them bounce before finally running through her lengthy hair. “Can you resist all this…? Doesn’t that itty bitty cock need some loooove…?”

“Sh-shut up...” I sobbed, trying not to cry.

Rhea knelt down, bent at the knees, pushing her groin close to my own as her hand sunk into her swimsuit. “Mmmmmm… I’ve gotten so wet destroying you… my pussy aches for touch, even from something so meager… ngggh, do you want it…? All you have to do is say that you want it, and it’s yours...”

My penis was lurching constantly, begging me to beg for it. “NNNGGGH I WANT IT! God help me I want inside you so badly, I NEED THAT PUSSY!”

“Well why didn’t you say so~?♥” she teased, before leaping up from her kneeling position and vaulting forward… landing her crotch right in my face, grinding her pussy deeply against my nose. She’d taken advantage of my lust yet again..

But she wasn’t lying about one thing, she was incredibly wet. She really did enjoy beating up perverts… like me…

The energy had been robbed from me, I couldn’t move a muscle. She didn’t have to do anything other than shove her pussy into my face for me to be considered pinned.

“1… 2… 3! Halt! Drew has been pinned.”

Rather than let up, she curled her thick thighs around my cheeks and rolled, forcing me to roll along with her. I was on my front again, face buried in her crotch as her ridiculously powerful legs wrapped around my head in what I’d come to find later through ‘research’ was a triangle choke. They were tight enough to make me feel like my head was about to pop, and I was driven so deeply into her pussy that I couldn’t breathe.

My screams were muffled by her womanhood, and I could hear her groan from the vibrations. Once again I tapped out, literally submitting to her pussy. 

“Halt! Drew submits!”

She let me savor this a little longer… the closest I’d ever get to truly having sex with the hottest woman I’d ever seen in my life. I was, conflicted about how I felt in that hold if you couldn’t tell, but it was far too painful for me to really withstand.

You can probably predict what she said after she let go and stood lording above me. “...You’ve just been beaten by my pussy. Only one thing left now, really...”

“Please, no more...” I begged.

“Ohhh, we’re almost done. But first, a little fun...” she mused, as though she hadn’t been enjoying the hell out of this so far.

She knelt down and wrapped her arms around my waist, lifting me up from the ground and up into the air with a tight bear hug. My ribs were crushed once again and she threatened to do the same to my spine as she squeezed me mercilessly, shaking my limp body like a ragdoll. I was hollering my submission, but as I was in no place to actually tap I guess it didn’t count. And the whole time, my front, including my cock, was pressing up against her solid torso, another poignant reminder of how much more impressive her body was than mine.

Keeping her grip, she hoisted me up and slammed me onto my back against the mat with devastating impact, taking the wind out of me immediately. And I didn’t manage to get any of it back before she’d lifted me right back up and repeated it, slamming me again.

Effortlessly she picked my dead weight off of the floor and hoisted me up again… a mischievous grin played on her lips as she took a step forward, shot her knee out and slammed me down straight onto it, bringing me down crotch first onto her leg, my nuts bouncing off her solid thigh.

I was screaming bloody murder… this may surprise you to learn, but I’d been kicked in the nuts by dames before, and it was always a tragedy but this was an impact that nothing could’ve prepared my balls for. And she just laughed in my face… and to my horror, lifted me back up and repeated this motion, using all of her ridiculous might to bring me down onto that leg, crushing my nuts between it and my pelvis. Like a true ballbusting hellbitch, she did this a third and final time, this time making dead certain that my poor balls slammed onto the very point of her kneecap.

Tears flowed down my cheeks from the pain… and as she let my genitals sit there, grinding against her enormous leg, for the first time in my life I genuinely felt like my manhood was as small as she made it out to be.

“Hehhehe… sorry about that. Couldn’t resist!” she shrugged as she lifted me slowly off of her leg, still maintaining my body in her fierce bear hug. With a pop of her hips, she bent back and tossed me over her head, flipping me onto my back with devastating force on the mat, I actually bounced off the floor from the impact.

“Mmmm, this has been a good one...” she wistfully crooned. “But I think you’re about done here, Drew. Let’s finish you off...”

I was such a mess, I couldn’t even speak at that point, my words of wisdom wilting away… and I sure as hell couldn’t resist as she walked over and stood above me, feet at either side of my waist. She knelt down and straddled my stomach. She gave her chest a little shake, and that slight motion had them bounding back and forth madly. Tauntingly, she gave them a little squeeze and a little bounce… and then even went so far as to reach beneath her swimsuit and run her hands all across her giant breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples which I’d just realized were completely rigid and poking through the thin fabric. 

“Mmmm… mmmnnnggh ohhh my… this feels soooo wonderful Drew, you should try it sometime…” she moaned, gazing lustily down at me whilst she fondled her tits. I had never been so jealous of anyone in my life. She began to giggle, “Ohhh the look on your face is wonderful… poor little guy… you need my tits so badly? Hmhmhm… fine...”

She leaned down and grabbed my wrists, letting me watch as her enormous titties hung down, dangling infuriatingly close to my face. Her legs went between mine and hooked them, pulling them apart, just to control me even further. Slowly but surely those breasts went down until they were entirely smothering my face.

The ref went down, “1… 2…”

But Rhea pulled at my arms to keep my shoulders off the mat as she bore her heavy tits down further, fully engulfing my head. My air was cut off immediately, and my every thought was overridden… my senses dulled as all that existed in my life were those breasts. They dominated me completely, I couldn’t even think of anything else.

She gently swayed her chest in and out, running her tits side to side and up and down across my face. I began to calm down as my breathing slowed… my cock still longed for release, but even as strong a dom as I am, it just felt… comfortable being under there. So I began to relax… barely noticing as she let go of my wrists and adjusted herself… but then, when she took up my hands again, she brought them down until… I felt a fabric in each hand…

My God. It was the straps to her swimsuit. She’d pulled them down… her breasts were entirely bare against my face! And she confirmed this with the next time she bore her tits into my face, letting her exposed nipples dig against my cheeks… at one point even slipping between my lips!

This gave me a newfound, desperate energy… I started trying to buck my hips forward, as though attempting to hump the air… I began to struggle against her grip, do anything I could to try and get out… I needed to see them! I needed to see her bared breasts for myself!

But it was no use… she had me under her control so thoroughly. No matter how much I squirmed and groaned, there was nothing I could do. All I achieved was expending what little air I had left that much faster… and it wasn’t long after that before I blacked out.

Some time later, I came awake, again being slapped to my senses… this time by the referee as she knelt down by me. As soon as my eyes were open, she declared, “...Halt. Drew has passed out.”

As I woozily gazed at her, watching as she stood and walked out of my view… letting me see Rhea, standing a few feet away, facing the wall, the straps of her swimsuit hanging down at her hips. She rose her arms into the air, and from there… my God, her tits were so enormous I could see them peeking out from that angle. She twisted her torso back and forth, letting them swing and sway… fuck me, I needed those bare tits so badly…

“...You’re done here, Drew.” Rhea mumbled. “Hope you had fun, I sure did. Now, please escort him out of here...”

The referee grabbed me under my arms and forced my limp body up, dragging my feet across the mat as she pulled me to the backdoor. Rhea made sure to continuously turn to keep her back to me, her breasts frustratingly just out of view, even as I meekly reached out for her… the ref continued until we were out the door, where she took me to a nearby ambulance that was already there, it’s back doors open and waiting for me.

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