0 comments/ 28434 views/ 2 favorites How Kurt Made Me Tap Out Ch. 1 By: taptap I've always loved wrestling. Ever since I was small, I loved it. Even now, at the age of 22, I watch Raw is War and Smack Down every Friday and Saturday night. Call me sad, but I like it. It's a bit of fun. Of course, wrestling is not exactly a sport, but the way those athletes put their bodies on the line is nothing short of brilliant and I commend them for that. It might all be fake, but it's fun. However, speaking as a young lady who can't help but notice cute guys, I have to say: the WWF is full of babes! My favourite has always been Kurt Angle, but all male wrestlers have amazing bodies, and baby oil (very important in the WWF) is a big turn on of mine. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I got the opportunity to fly to the States to watch a PPV in New York courtesy of a local radio station. I was flown to New York first class, spent some time at WWF New York, and went for a meal with my hosts, Darren and Jane, both of whom were really nice people. The PPV itself was an awesome experience. I'd never been to a wrestling event before, and the sheer size of it blew my mind. It was like being in a rock concert and the theatre at the same time... but better. After the show, I got to mingle backstage. Jane was a close friend of Lita, and Lita became my host. She was very nice and made sure I felt at ease surrounded by so many celebrities. I told her that I had a bit of a crush on Kurt Angle, and she thought that was funny. She said she'd try and get me to meet him. I didn't know whether to be happy or nervous. I guess I was a bit of both. For the first hour or so, I met a few not-so-big wrestlers and they were all really nice. I was chatting with Raven when suddenly I noticed Lita approaching with a wicked grin on her face. Kurt was beside her, and he looked even more handsome up close. My heart began to flutter. "Sally, this is Kurt." Lita said, winking. "Uh... I know." I stammered, and Kurt laughed as he stuck out his hand. "How are you, Sally?" he asked, as he delicately took my hand and shook it lightly. "I'm very well, thank you. How are you?" "I'm good, I'm good. Did you enjoy the show?" "Oh yes, very much. It was great. I blushed and looked down at my feet. "You were great." Lita broke the embarrassing silence by patting me on the shoulder and saying "Well, I'll leave you to get better acquainted..." and with that, she left. To say I was scared would be an understatement, but Kurt promised to take good care of me. We went to the bar and Kurt got us some drinks, but it soon became fairly obvious that he didn't want to be there. The bar was too noisy and it made conversation difficult. "I promised Lita to take good care of you," Kurt shouted over the deafening music "and I bet you'd like a tour around the ring and backstage area, right?" "That'd be great, thank you." I shouted. "It'll be quieter there. This place is driving me nuts." I laughed, as Kurt took me by the hand and led me to the door. I barely had time to put down my drink. We walked through the backstage area towards the arena. A huge double door prevented us from entering the hall, but Kurt had a set of keys. "Don't tell anyone," he whispered, "but I got these from one of the crew. I thought you'd like your own private guided tour." The doors creaked as we opened them, but everyone was too busy enjoying themselves in the bar to have noticed. It was pitch black inside. With a flick of a switch, light bathed the arena. It was a wonderful site. Kurt locked the door behind him and we walked down the famous ramp beneath the huge screen. I was a WWF superstar for just a few moments. Before us waited the ring. "Well, this is the ring. The roadies will be taking it down soon, but we can have a quick look round." Kurt ran ahead and dived into the ring. I laughed, as he did his customary warm-up routine. He was used to doing it in front of thousands of people. This time, the audience consisted of just one person: little old me. "Come on in!" Kurt motioned for me to climb into the ring. He helped me in by pressing one foot on the bottom rope to make my entrance easier. As soon as had I was in the ring, I felt my right leg being pulled from beneath me. I landed on my stomach, my hands bracing my fall. Kurt proceeded to put me in the ankle lock, one of his more popular moves. "You have to tap out, or I'll break your ankle!" Kurt shouted. I played along, tapping the mat with my right hand, joining him in a bout of laughter. He released my ankle, but didn't help me to my feet. Instead, his strong hands pushed gently on my lower back, stopping me from turning over. "You know, there are a lot of moves that the audience never gets to see." said Kurt. "It's not that they're dangerous. It's just that some are not suitable for a young audience, if you know what I mean." His hands suddenly moved to my bottom, and he massaged my cheeks with his big hands. My head began to spin. To be continued... How Kurt Made Me Tap Out Ch. 2 I had been wearing tracksuit trousers and a T shirt, provided by the WWF. Kurt slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my trousers and un-tucked my shirt. Then he slid his hands up my back and un-clasped my bra. Damn, his hands felt so good against my skin! His fingers moved round to my sides and I pushed myself up on my hands, allowing Kurt to cup my breasts. He gently stroked my nipples. His right hand left my breast and gently swept my long hair from my face. He kissed my neck and mumbled incoherent nothings into my ear. Then he lifted my T shirt up and I raised my arms high in the air to oblige him. The shirt was thrown across the ring, it tangled itself around the ropes, and my open bra was tugged from my shoulders with ease. I knelt there half naked with Kurt Angle kneeling behind me. From the corners of my eyes I could see his thighs either side of me. I reached my hands back to touch them. With that, Kurt grabbed my right wrist and put me in another pin. He raised me to my feet and turned me around. Now I was facing him. He released my arm and it fell limp beside me. A quick glance at Kurt's trousers provided all the proof I needed to officially declare that my arms were the only limp thing in that arena. He was erect and he noticed my expression. He took my right arm and pressed my hand against his bulge. He looked me directly in the eye whilst he did this, and he never broke my gaze. His penis was large and powerful. I had only ever had one lover prior to this moment, and clouds of worry descended over me as I pondered on how well I'd be able to accommodate Kurt's manhood, for it was larger than my ex-boyfriend's. Kurt removed his shirt and the chest I had dribbled over many times in the past was suddenly a short distance from my reach. "Touch me." Kurt whispered. My left hand slowly reached for his chest and I stroked his nipples, making him arch his head back. His penis hardened. My hands were busy, but Kurt's were not. That is, until he cupped my face in his hands and began to kiss me passionately. His tongue tasted all around the insides of my mouth and stroked my tongue. He was a great kisser. I pulled Kurt's head towards mine. I wanted him to ravage me. He slowly stepped towards me and I backed away instinctively, unaware of my precise location until I felt the ropes at my back. Kurt cupped my breasts and massaged them, my nipples feeling hard. He tugged them, and the stabbing 'pleasure pain' made me gasp. Kurt took my hands and placed them on the ropes. I soon became tangled in them and I couldn't free myself. I was at Kurt's mercy. (Damn!) His mouth covered one nipple. His hands were circling my belly button, dangerously near the waistband of my loose tracksuit trousers. I felt my juices flow to my panties and I clenched the cheeks of my buttocks to temporarily relieve myself. Kurt's tongue and teeth tormented my aching breasts. I arched my back over the top rope, struggling slightly to free my arms, but to no avail. I quite liked being there, held captive, if you like. I'd always fantasised about being tied up and made to submit to my lover. Now my fantasy was becoming reality... and I liked it. Kurt's kisses ran down my belly and he pulled the drawstring of my trousers with his teeth. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at me. With one tug, my trousers were around my ankles. I was exposed. After removing my shoes and socks, Kurt buried his face in my naval, licking and coating my flesh with warm saliva. His hands massaged my bottom again. I was so wet down below. Kurt's hands continued to massage my cheeks as his tongue flicked at my naval. I wanted to scream, the tension was too much for me. I felt fingers stroking my inner thighs whilst Kurt breathed against the front of my panties, driving me wild with lust. His right hand slid under my panties and brushed my vagina. I gasped. He was touching my most private parts and there was not a thing I could do about it. Not that I'd have stopped it if I could! I was enjoying it too much! My panties were soaking wet and I longed to be free from them. As if he read my mind, Kurt tugged them down and they joined my trousers around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and kicked them across the mat. Now I was totally naked. Before I had time to take in this fact, Kurt's tongue began to probe me. His hands were on my butt again and his tongue drew circles around my slit. I parted my legs and Kurt's kisses drove me crazy. He flicked at my clitoris and I clenched my fists. I orgasmed immediately. To be continued... How Kurt Made Me Tap Out Ch. 3 Kurt freed my arms and I flung them around his neck. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We kissed passionately and he set me back down. My legs felt like jelly. I so desperately wanted him to make love to me. My legs buckled and I dropped to my knees. Kurt's fingers tangled themselves in my hair and, as I reached for the waistband of his trousers, I felt him push my head downwards. I wanted to taste him, to take his penis in my mouth and please him as he had pleased me. I'd never liked the idea of oral sex, but suddenly it seemed the most appealing thing on earth. I untied the drawstring of Kurt's tracksuit trousers and pulled them down. His penis stood to attention, his underpants straining at the seams. I slipped them off and marvelled at the size of his manhood. He kicked off his shoes and I pulled off his socks. He kicked aside his trousers and underpants to free his ankles. I ran my hands up his outer thighs and sunk my fingernails into his hips. I scraped my nails across his belly and around to his backside. He had a great arse. Kurt's hands were on my head and he guided me, positioning my head in front of his penis. I stroked it. I licked it. I nibbled ever-so-gently on its head. I sucked it and, without giving it too much thought, gave him "head" - an idea that had always sickened me in the past. He soon began to shoot and I withdrew, not wanting to have to attempt to swallow and embarrass myself by choking on his semen. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, picking me up and laying me down in the middle of the ring. He parted my legs and mounted me. I was already dripping wet, so lubrication was not a problem. I didn't want to have to make him wait any longer, so I beckoned him inside. Contraception never crossed my mind, I'm ashamed to say. With a grunt, his penis was inside me. In, out, in, out... I had never had such amazing sex. Before this, it had always been bland. (Of course, my ex-boyfriend was not a powerful wrestler with strong arms and a great body!) Kurt pressed one hand against my belly, requiring just one arm to do his press ups. I tried to contain my squeals of pleasure and delight, but Kurt hit all the right spots. It was hard to remember to breath, let alone concentrate on keeping quiet. Needless to say, I had an orgasm. Kurt pulled himself off me and slid down between my legs. His tongue probed me again, and he licked my juices which now ran shamelessly down my thighs. His thumbs found my clitoris and I reached orgasm for the third time - something I never thought possible. My legs quivered and my hands trembled. I had never felt more sexually satisfied in my life. Kurt rested his head on my belly and I patted him on the head like he were a lap dog. If our passion had died there and then, I'd have been content. But I saw this opportunity as a chance to impress... and catch Kurt off guard. Wrapping my legs around Kurt's head, I pulled him to my left, rolling on to my left side and clambering on top of Kurt, who was now laying on his back. I took his arms and positioned them above his head, pressing my weight onto them to hold him still. Not that he struggled. It was his turn to be held captive. I spread my thighs and positioned myself across his waist. I could feel his pubic hair brushing against mine. I lowered my head to caress his nipples with my mouth and suckled them gently. All the time I kept my hands on his arms, as though I was powerful enough to hold him still! I kissed his neck and throat, his ears, his forehead. He opened his mouth as wide as he could to catch me by the chin to draw me lower, my lips to his. Our tongues collided. I heard oceans crashing against rocks in some far flung corner of my mind. I pulled away and my mouth continued its journey south. I trailed kisses down Kurt's throat, chest and belly, circling his belly button and biting at his hips gently, making his body tighten in self defence. My hands willingly followed my mouth's lead. I went lower still, taking his penis by the hand and stroking its considerable length. In an instance, he was erect. I parted his muscular legs and held his penis with both hands. For the second time that evening, I went down on him. To be continued... How Kurt Made Me Tap Out Ch. 4 The more I sucked his penis, the more confident I felt. Although practice never makes perfect, on this occasion, it definitely made me better in the art of oral sex, and I could tell by Kurt's moans that I was doing pretty well. Kurt had sat up and his arms were now on my shoulders. His big hands squeezed my flesh and acted as an encouragement. "I'm coming, I'm coming..." he grunted. My hands grabbed his meaty thighs and, as he shot his load into my mouth, I sunk my finger nails deep into his skin, making him curse. I swallowed as much as I could before I had to withdraw. Kurt fell back onto his back with a loud moan as I wiped the cum I had been unable to swallow from my face. I climbed back on top of him and pressed my hands into his. His eyes were closed, but the widest smile was spread across his face. "Oh, that was good. That was very good." he sighed. He sounded exhausted. I felt the same. Kurt lifted his arms above his head and set them down behind him, my hands still pressed against his. "You know, you're a very good fuck." Kurt groaned, his eyes still closed. "A very good fuck." I giggled shyly. "You fucked me good, babe. You really got me going. You really..." With that, he rolled me over and lay on top of me, my arms pinned to the mat. What had happened to his feigned exhaustion? I was surprised at his swiftness. "I want to ravage you." he hissed. "I want to hump you until my balls are empty. Open your legs, bitch. I want to fuck you." Shocked, I did as I was told. His hands held me down and his grip on my wrists hurt. "You've seen Hardcore matches, right?" I nodded. "Well, I'm in the mood for some Hardcore right now. Come on." Kurt released his grip on my wrists and slid down my body, taking me by the ankles and dragging me to the edge of the ring. He lifted me to the ground and I stood there, naked, as he rummaged underneath the ring where the props were kept. An aluminium bin, a fire extinguisher, a baseball bat... all were tossed aside as Kurt, like a man possessed, continued his search. I crossed my arms to cover my exposed breasts, feeling vulnerable and a little uncomfortable. I crossed my legs and nervously gazed around the vast arena at the empty chairs. I heard a snap of metal on metal as Kurt opened a fold-up chair and turned it to face me. "Sit." I sat. "Now give me your arms." I put my arms behind my back and Kurt tied them to the back of the chair with some rope. "Now open your legs." In his hand, I saw a can of whipped cream. He shook it and laughed. "The Rock likes pie, and so do I." He parted my legs and sprayed the whipped cream all over my mound. He sprayed it into my breasts and, when the can was empty, he threw it aside. He smeared the cream roughly all over my chest and stomach. "Oh yeah, that's good. Do you like that?" I wasn't sure if I did, but I nodded and mumbled "I like it, Kurt." Kurt got down onto his knees and buried his face in my pussy, licking ferociously at the cream and moaning. His hands kneaded my big breasts abruptly. My nipples ached. His tongue lashed at me and my head spun. He found my clitoris and swirled around it. I could not contain my juices, which flowed into Kurt's mouth and down his chin. I wailed. He pulled away and laughed, licking his lips suggestively. He took his penis in his right hand and began to masturbate, whilst his left hand grabbed at my privates, making me gasp. He rubbed me 'down there' and I clenched the cheeks of my buttocks. He spanked me 'down there' and made me cry out. He fingered me, first with one finger, then two. His thick fingers excited me and he swirled deeper and deeper inside my vaginal walls. "Kurt..." I stammered, I'm coming..." With that, he vigorously poked me with his fingers, faster and harder than he had before. Bliss. He withdrew his hand and pushed the chair until it hit the steel steps of the ring behind me. He climbed up the steps and gyrated in front of me, his privates tantalisingly close to my face. His erection brushed across my forehead and I felt Kurt's juice trickle down my nose. "Suck me!" he ordered, thrusting himself to my mouth. I took the head of Kurt's penis in my mouth and sucked gently. "Harder! Harder!" Kurt grunted with each thrust and his cum hit the back of my throat, making me gag. Kurt jumped from the steps and pulled the chair from the steps, untying my hands and freeing me from my constraints. He pulled me to my feet and I stumbled towards him, my arms clinging to his strong shoulders for support. "Babe, you're making me so hot tonight!" Kurt spun me around and grabbed me by the waist. Anal sex was something I had always wanted to try. Kurt's penis was placed ever-so-slightly between my cheeks, and his hands grabbed at my vagina again. He rocked me back and forth, nuzzling my neck and whispering "I can't get enough of you, girl." To be continued...