4 comments/ 19435 views/ 5 favorites Match By: edrider73 Many thanks to RoyalBabyGirl for all the hard work editing and improving this story from a previous version. RoyalBabyGirl. * "I think we're probably pretty evenly matched," said Robin. She was wearing a workout outfit and looking in the full length mirror in our bedroom. I was taking off my clothes after coming home from a late meeting, and she was about to hit the shower. "What do you mean?" I asked her. "I mean physically," she said. Robin towered above me. I was maybe around 5 foot 8 but, compared to my 6 foot 3 wife, I looked small, especially when she wore heels. We met as freshmen in college and I liked her a lot. She was in several of my Gen Ed classes and she was smart, good-natured and fun. Nobody else would have described her that way because she was the tallest woman on campus in those days with a voluptuous body that caught the eye of every male. Every woman hated her when she walked into a room. I appreciated her curves as much as the next guy but I didn't fantasize about her because she was way above me -- literally. Then, she asked me out. I said thank you, that I was flattered, but she needed to pick on somebody her own size. But she wouldn't take no for an answer and I finally gave in after telling her that I was going to enjoy all the stares but that I'd wondered how she would handle them. It was an uncomfortable evening because we went to a party where a lot of her friends, and some of my friends, made us the focus of attention all night. When she called me up a week later and asked me out again, I said, "Didn't you have enough the first time?" "I didn't realize you were so sensitive about your height," she said. "I'm not sensitive," I said. "I do just fine. But you should ask yourself why you want to be seen in public with a man so much smaller than you. I don't mind but I'd rather enjoy your company the way I did before we went out. I'm sure you can find another smaller guy to work out your fantasies with." "You know, Ned, you're a real asshole," she said and slammed down the phone. The next time I saw her was at a party a couple of weeks later, and I went over to her. "I'm really sorry, Robin," I said. "I had no right to say that to you. I guess I must have been more sensitive than I thought. I'm sure you're just curious about smaller guys like I'm sometimes curious about bigger girls." "You still don't get it, Ned," she said. "I've dated guys who are much taller than me, who are my height and who are shorter. I don't give a damn how big they are. The only reason I asked you out was because I thought you were a nice guy. I did think for a moment that it was too bad you were shorter than me. And then I thought how stupid that thought was. Anyway, that's the way I feel. If you ever get over the size thing and feel that way, too, you know my number." She got up and walked away. That conversation did get me thinking and even fantasizing. I thought for three weeks and, when I did finally call her, she was surprised. "I gave up two weeks ago," she said. "So, it's too late," I mumbled. "Shut up," she snapped. "Yes, I'm free Saturday night." During a nice dinner at a quiet place, we exchanged life stories, likes, dislikes, opinions on politics and music and hopes for the future. When I took her back to the dorm, she said her roommate had gone home for the weekend and then asked if I would like to come up and talk. We spent the next four hours in a rut, bouncing off the walls, both beds, the floor and maybe the ceiling. I don't even know how many times I came, because it seemed like I was orgasming nonstop. There I was with this beautiful Amazon with an amazing body who seemed to be in even a bigger sexual frenzy than I was. When I finally left, I was staggering, and I was out the minute my head hit the pillow. I slept like I was drugged until noon the next day. Her phone call woke me. "Want to have some lunch?" she said. At lunch, she was embarrassed. "I have a confession to make, Ned," she said. "When I accused you of being sensitive about your size, I could have been talking about me. I've been thinking about asking you out since the second week of school, but the size thing stopped me. "It's a different kind of size thing, and I hope you don't get upset when I tell you this. See, I discovered sex in the second semester of my senior year in high school, and, well, you saw what happened last night. "No, I'm not a slut. I've only done it with three guys before you. Two of them were good -- not as good as you -- and the other one was a dud. But I've found out that it's an important part for me, and, I don't know how to say this, but I was worried about you. "A girlfriend told me to check out how big your feet were, and your shoes didn't look that large. I was concerned that we wouldn't be a good fit and neither of us would satisfy each other. I told myself I was being shallow and stupid, but I didn't want to lose you as a friend. So I wasn't sure if I wanted to take the chance of starting something that would lead to us being uncomfortable around each other because of the size thing, not the height thing. "Then I met this nice girl, and when I was talking to her, I found out you used to date her. After she told me you were a great guy, I steered the conversation to men and their size and then found a way to insert you into the topic. She told me that she thought you were almost a freak of nature, because your size was all out of proportion to your height and that she never told you she was sore each time the two of you had sex. Then I met another girl you dated, and she said the same thing. That's when I decided to call you." I listened to her story and wondered whether or not she was laying it on thick. If she was, what was the motivation? She was already a legend as a freshman, and she had her choice of any athlete, rich fraternity guy or social superstar on campus. I was none of those. I decided to let things take their course. She was a fantastic sexual athlete, and if the next time was only half as good as the first time, it would still be amazing. I resolved not to invest my feelings into something that had no future but to just enjoy being with her until she moved on. Within a couple of months, I found out moving on was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she moved in, and we haven't been apart since our sophomore year. We got married after we graduated and are getting ready to start a family. The sex has continued to be amazing. Robin was telling the truth about her sex drive. Mine is strong, but no match for hers. She was always thinking of ways to spice things up. So I figured this "evenly matched" statement was going to lead to some strange twist. But I didn't mind. When she got excited, I was the beneficiary. "When you say physically, do you mean that you're much taller than me?" I asked. "I thought that didn't matter to you." "Don't be silly," she said. "I'm just doing an evaluation. Yes, I'm taller, and I'm strong, because I work out. I can lift you up. But you also work out, and you're also strong. Plus, you're a man and your muscles develop more than a woman's. Even though I weigh more than you, you can also lift me up. "I was thinking that my extra size and weight and training might match up against your male muscles, and we would be evenly matched." "Evenly matched for what?" I asked, warily. "A wrestling match," she laughed. When we got to know each other, we found out that we had both been on our high school wrestling teams. Of course, among the girls, she was the league heavyweight champion, while I was just No. 2 on our team in the 145 class. "What brought this up?" I asked. "You shouldn't have asked that, Ned, because now I'm going to tell you," she said. "It started because I was getting angry and jealous, and I was trying to figure out a way to get back at you." "What are you talking about?" "I've seen you with Darlene at the club, and also with Sheri and Madison." she said. "They are always all over you, touching, poking and rubbing. You seem to enjoy it." "Are you accusing me of cheating? You don't sound angry enough for a wife who's been betrayed." "I know you'd never cheat on me, and I hope you know that I wouldn't either. I'm not angry now, but when I see them buzzing around you like that, it does get me worked up. Don't you get enough attention from me?" Darlene is the owner of the club and one of Robin's girlfriends. Sheri and Madison are also close friends of hers. She was right that they enjoyed teasing me and flirting. I couldn't figure out why but my guess was that Robin had bragged to them about our sex life. I joked with them at the club, but I never initiated any contact and I never saw them outside the club. Robin was right. She kept me so busy sexually that I was too exhausted to cheat even if I had the urge, which I didn't. "You know I don't lead them on, so why are you mad at me instead of them?" I asked. "I'm not really mad at you but there was one day when I was angry and jealous and I was thinking of how I could diminish you in their eyes. For some reason, wrestling came to my mind. I thought about my advantage in size and your male muscles and wondered what would happen if we actually had a match." "How would that solve anything?" I said. "Well, if I could humiliate you in front of them," she said, "it would make me feel a lot better. But you're right, it wouldn't solve anything. In fact, it might make you even more exciting to them. "But the idea took on a life of its own. I can't explain it, but the thought of umiliating you in a wrestling match really excites me. Then, someone showed me a website where lesbians wrestle each other and the winner gets to humiliate and even rape the loser. I couldn't stop watching those matches and, when I watched, I imagined the two women were me and you and that I had won and humiliated you in front of my friends. The more I watched, the more I thought about it and, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. "Don't ask me how do I reconcile this with me loving you. One has nothing to do with the other. I love you and I want to do this, which is completely opposite from love. There's no way to explain it." "Why would I want to participate?" I said. "If I won, I would be the male bully and, if I lost, you're right, I'd be humiliated in front of your friends." "That's where I'm stuck," she said. "You don't have this strange fascination with the idea that I have. You're more normal. What would it take for you to participate? I could ask you as a favor, but that's a cop-out. I was thinking of offering you a fivesome with me and the girls if you won." "What?" I said, finally a little shocked by where this was going. "In your dreams," she said. "I don't share you with anyone. I'm only kidding. But there's got to be something that would get you into a kinky contest involving extreme exhibitionism and sexual humiliation. If we're going to do it, we may as well go all out." "Who's going to watch this match?" I asked. "Just my three girlfriends," she said. "They would also record it for us to watch later. No, I don't plan to sell it on the Internet." "Well, it's a fascinating idea," I said. "You're right that I'm not interested in the slightest. Let me know if you come up with a reason to for me to change my mind. I can't think of anything." "I'll think of something," said Robin, smiling confidently. "You know I don't give up easily." I hoped she would give up on the whole strange thing but, instead, she did think of a way to manipulate me into a match using probably the only thing in the world that would work. It was called Robin sex. At first, I had no idea what was going on. She just acted like she wasn't as interested and that one day a week or so was fine with her. I didn't understand at first - especially since that one day was still amazing. But I had become accustomed to three or four days, and after her disinterest lasted more than three weeks, I asked her if she was feeling all right. "I'm fine," she said. "Why do you ask?" "Because we used to be a lot more active in the bedroom than we are now, and I was wondering why," I said. "Would you like to have sex more frequently?" she asked innocently. "Wouldn't you?" I replied. "That wasn't the question," she said. "The question is, would YOU like to have sex more often?" "Yes is the answer," I said. "What would you be willing to give for more sex?" "Is this your new thing?" I said. "I have to pay for sex. Does that excite you, to be paid for sex?" "Don't be stupid, Ned. I don't want money but I do want a match. Do you think that would be worth more sex?" "So that's what this is all about. Forget it. I know you miss the sex more than I do." "You're right, Ned. I'm very frustrated and I'm asking you in advance to forgive me if I get short with you and act irritable. I do miss our wonderful times in bed. But to accomplish something you really want to do, it sometimes takes sacrifice." "Suit yourself," I said. I had had enough of the whole thing. But after a couple more weeks, I had to hand it to Robin. I could tell she was wound up tight and little things set her off. She never failed to apologize for her occasional outbursts and she never brought up the reason behind them. She just stewed and, because she stewed, I stewed. I broke first. "OK," I said to her one day after a tough day at work when all I had to look forward to at home was an evening of boring TV. "Tell me more about this match. It can't be worse than what you're putting us through now. I feel like calling up someone to shoot us and put us out of our misery." She had been listless when I came home, but as soon as I said those words, she was animated, and there was a gleam in her eyes. "Oh Ned," she said, "I'm so glad you've agreed. It means so much to me." "Wait a minute," I said. "I haven't agreed yet. I just want to know what sick thing you've got planned. Then I'll think about it and decide." Sick was the right word for what she was proposing. During the weeks of deprivation, she must have been thinking about the match constantly and spicing it up in all sorts of ways. I could hardly believe her words. "Well, first of all," she said, "it wouldn't be wrestling the way we did in high school. I've been checking on those clubs where women wrestle in oil while the men watch, and that's a lot more exciting. "I'd wear my bikini, and you'd wear a speed-o. One of the things the winner would have to do is get the loser naked. Anything would be allowed, except for something that would hurt the opponent on purpose. For instance, you couldn't twist my breasts, and I couldn't squeeze your balls." My mouth dropped. What was she talking about? "Are you ready for my really crazy twist? With all that oil, it's going to be almost impossible to pin somebody, so I thought of something that would also be hard to do but still could be done from several positions. The first person to put a hand up the other one's ass is the winner. "I thought at first you could go for my vagina, but that wouldn't be fair, because it might be easier for you -- or harder -- but it wouldn't be the same as for me. "Anyway, that's the match. It's going to be really exciting. Think of how humiliating it will be for the loser. And I don't intend to be the loser. "Oh, I forgot one thing. During the match, we both have to talk trash. We have to call each other names and talk about all sorts of filthy things that we're going to do to each other. What do you think, Ned?" "I think that I will never be able to understand how you can come up with such bizarre ideas. Won't the loser get hurt?" "That's where all that oil comes in. It will help protect the loser. The loser will be sore for a few days, but that should be all." "It sounds like you've thought of everything, Robin, but I still can't get my head around this. I think of us as pretty open about sex, and we've had fun experimenting and getting a little wild. But we've never done anything remotely close to this. I don't know if I'll ever be ready for it." "That's too bad, Ned," she said, coming over and stroking my face softly with her beautiful hands and giving me a familiar look. "Because I'm ready for something right now that I think you would like a lot." Her amazing mouth locked with mine, and her tongue plunged into me with weeks of pent-up frustration driving it. My body trembled and I could feel myself hardening. Breaking our clinch, she backed away as we both gasped for air. When she was able to talk, she began stroking my face as she spoke. "You know, Ned," she said, "sometimes you can over think something and all it does is make you miserable. What part are you going to think about next week that you can't think about right now. I've told you pretty much everything. You just need to trust me that this is going to be one of the most memorable nights of our lives and go with the flow." She began to unbutton my clothes and smiled as she saw me trembling. I didn't resist. She stopped for a moment, but she already knew the answer when she asked, "So are you going to do it, Ned?" For a few days after that, I didn't hear anything further about the match and she kept me so busy in bed that I barely got to work in the morning. She was so ravenous that I wondered whether or not I could have cracked her if I had held out a few more days but it was too late now. The first mention came from Darlene. "Do you have any idea how expensive baby oil is?" she said to me when she saw me at the club. She had made a beeline to me to tell me that. She was smiling broadly but it wasn't a friendly smile. Lascivious and/or depraved maybe, but not friendly. I felt as though I were standing in front of her naked while she was licking her lips at what she was about to do to me. "Are we paying?" I asked, trying to keep it light. She patted my ass as she said, "Don't worry. Robin and I have worked it all out. I have some connections to get good discounts on everything we need. We're all set." Then she reached around in front and stroked me over my shorts. She had never done that before, and I was glad that Robin wasn't there, because I could imagine her getting angry enough to think up something even more bizarre for the match. I had to run into a stall in the men's locker room until my protrusion went down. "It's a week from tomorrow," Robin told me that night. "We picked a Friday night, because that way we don't have to go to work the next day. The club closes at 10, and by 11, everything should be set up. I'll be there working on it with the girls, so you can just show up at 11." I worked out at the club three times in the following week and each time either Sheri, Madison or Darlene were there. And they were much bolder with me than ever before. "I've been watching videos of women fisting men online," Madison said one night as she got me in a corner. She was standing in front of me and actually reached down and began fondling me outside my shorts. "They really turn me on. I hope I can keep from jumping in and piling on." On another night, I was lying on my stomach on the leg lift machine recovering from a heavy set, when I felt someone approach from behind. I almost jumped out of my skin as a hand slid up one leg of my shorts and a finger tried to squeeze between my cheeks. I looked up and it was Darlene with a grin on her face. "Have you been practicing inserting stuff?" she asked me, "like dildos or maybe a big thick cucumber. Robin's got a pretty good sized fist for a girl." She laughed and withdrew her hand. The worst was Sheri. She followed me to my car one night but I didn't see her behind me until I felt her reach around and plunge her hand into my shorts, grabbing my penis and starting to pump it before I pushed her away. "I see you're sensitive there," she said with a huge laugh. "You better be careful Friday, or Robin's going to play you." Match #01: David vs Eve Life can be a bitch. Just when you think you're getting ahead in the world, you get demoted into a dead-end job and the days just blend together. I needed something exciting, and when browsing the internet, I found it. A mixed nude fighting club in my area was accepting new members. The set-up seemed simple enough. A male and female would each show up with $500, and the winner would take home $1000. The club provided the venue, a referee, and would tape the event. The videos were then sold to the public, which would pay for the club's expenses, and provide a bonus payout for each combatant. What really intrigued me was that the matches were done in the nude. Sex attacks were not just allowed, but encouraged. The winner was declared after accumulating enough points, with points awarded for pins, submissions, orgasms, and knock-outs. The rules were pretty stringent when it came to weight classes. Men had to be between 150 and 170 lbs and at least 5'6". Women had to be between 120 and 150 lbs and at least 5'2". Each week, you would get a surprise weigh-in. No time to cut water weight, go on a diet, or any of that garbage. The club's niche was the sexy "girl next door" taking on the everyday "Joe". If you were a bodybuilder or midget, there were other organizations that catered to those fetishes. I emailed one of the coordinators and expressed my interest. I soon received a username and password that would allow me to read the rules, browse the forums, see my match calendar, and view a few videos from past match-ups. My jaw dropped after watching a couple of those videos. The women were very prepared and more comfortable than the men in racking up the points on their way to victory. It also seemed common for the victor to perform a sexual finishing move as a lasting reminder of the outcome. Some of those ladies were downright nasty. While I personally didn't have any combat skills in my background, I was a long distance runner and swimmer, and was pretty confident in my physical endurance. Even if I didn't do well, where else would you get a chance to get physical with a bunch of beautiful naked ladies? Plus, I wasn't in this to impress anybody, just break the daily monotony of my boring life. Before going into a real match, the club required that you participate in 3 workshops. The first was wrestling basics. The second was submissions and knock-outs. The third was forcing orgasms. Over the next month, I participated in the first two workshops, which were clothed. There were 4 of us, 2 of each gender. The other guy hit the gym more often than I did, and he had some wrestling experience. The 2 girls were both gorgeous and in excellent shape. Apparently, the girls also got an additional 8 workshops before they joined with the boys. So, they had a lot more instruction and practice in what to expect. The instructors usually didn't see any boys without any martial arts experience and it showed with me. The other guy would charge in and truly wrestle with the girls. I spent most of my time evading the girls and keeping them off balance by always seeking to push them away and get back to my feet. I would wait for them to make a mistake or get tired, and then try and secure a headlock or a rear choke if I was lucky. The instructors weren't impressed one bit, the other guy thought I was a wimp, and the girls thought it was funny that I was scared of them. Near the end of my second workshop each guy was paired off with a girl and we were practicing our escape from submissions. I was with Eve, and she had chosen to have me try and escape from her head scissors. She was in her late 20s and very pretty with white silky skin, dark hair, and 36D breasts. Normally, I'd fantasize about such a woman, but at that moment, she was lying comfortably on her side and squeezing my head between her thighs. All I could see was her smiling at my predicament as she had her way with me. I knew one of the instructors was shouting directions on how to escape, but I wasn't having any luck. I was totally out of my element. Just then, a whistle sounded and the lead instructor called for our attention. Eve let me go, and as I regained my composure, the instructor informed us that this workshop was over. "Just one more thing," she continued, "Your next workshop will be with the partner you are paired off with right now. For those of you who are a little slow, your partner will not just see you naked, but will be forcing orgasms from you." As I sat there processing what was just said, the instructors and the other pair gathered their belongings and entered the change rooms. Eve was still sitting in front of me, and what I saw took me off guard. She had a hand down her shorts and it looked like she was fingering herself. I didn't know if she was playing mind games, but I froze. Without looking away, she stood up, took two steps toward me, grabbed my head, and buried it in her crotch. Her thighs wrapped around my neck and she dropped to her knees. As I lay on my back, I took a deep breath and my entire world melted as I gazed into her eyes and breathed in the scent of her pussy. "You are going to be my little bitch", she hissed. She then let me go, picked her self up, and went off to the ladies change room. It took me a minute to recover from her obvious attempt to intimidate me. When I got home that evening, there was a new update on my club calendar: Two weeks from now: David vs Eve. In addition, I had an email from a 'Kate'. She wrote that my random weigh-ins would start soon and that the instructors asked her to provide me with some help and guidance. Attached was a link that hosted some videos of the third workshop. Leading up to my debut, I spent some time watching those videos. Mostly, the participants got used to being filmed in the nude, and learned what it meant to extract orgasms from an unwilling stranger. One important thing I learned was that the men always had trouble with using his cock to make her cum. Men just didn't have the stamina if she wasn't properly excited. I made sure to make a mental note of that. Two days before my match with Eve, the weigh-in girl knocked on my door. Kate introduced herself and told me to strip down. I weighed in at 162 lbs. Standing naked before Kate, who was in her late 30s and stunningly beautiful, caused me to slowly become hard, I apologized and quickly covered myself with a towel. She looked at me and gave me the following advice, "Eve weighed in at 138 lbs, and because you aren't a jerk like most of the other men, I'll warn you that her pubic area has not been shaved and she's sporting a full bush. She knows your experience is limited, but also that you aren't stupid. Try not to get distracted. By the way, did you watch the third workshop videos and learn something?" I told her yes, and I thanked her for all the information, got dressed, and saw her out. The next day, I received an email reminding me of my workshop and a short list of the special rules. Rule 1, this was a practice match and had different rules. Rule 2, each competitor would take three turns lying on their back and allowing their opponent to try and extract an orgasm. No resisting or moving to the aggressor's disadvantage. Rule 3, in the opinion of the referee, the aggressor must be staying active, no recovery just because your opponent isn't allowed to move. Rule 4, the aggressor is not allowed to cum before the non-aggressor. Rule 5, when extracting your opponent's orgasm, on your first turn you must first use your hands, on your second turn you must use your mouth, and on your third turn you must use your genitals. Rule 6, failure to follow any of the above rules means the forfeiture of your $500 to your opponent. Rule 7, by following all the above rules, you'll take your $500 home with you. Okay, I said to myself, I'm ready to go. That night, I didn't get very good sleep. The day of the match, I got to the gym early, and started my stretching and warm-up in the change room an hour before I was scheduled to take Eve on. The referee came in and asked if I had any questions. I shook my head no, and she gave me a robe to put on as I walked out to the ring. I tried to relax, but was a nervous wreck. Though, the time flew by quickly and before I knew it, it was time to go. As I walked out, with nothing on except my robe, I surveyed my surroundings. There was a camera guy, a sound guy, and the referee. In the middle of the gym, there was one large mat with had a circle on it that measured about 20 feet across. The lights were bright and the air was fresh. Everything was good. Then, the other door opened and out walked Eve. The referee came forward and motioned for us both to enter the ring. She reminded us that we'd each be entitled to take home our $500 for following the rules of this workshop. Failure to do so would mean the declaration of a winner, and they would take home $1000. The referee walked behind me and removed my robe. I was exposed for the entire world to see. I looked up into Eve's eyes and saw the same intensity that I experienced 2 weeks ago. She looked up and down my body and cooed. "Your penis is mine." Damn, this girl knew how to make an uncomfortable situation worse, as my member responded by starting to stiffen. The referee then walked behind Eve and removed her robe. I was stunned by the beautiful woman that stood before me. Her body was nicely toned, and she had perky tits and long shapely legs. But what stood out was her naturally hairy pussy. It wasn't crazy or anything, but it was not trimmed and the curls were thick and wispy. My plan included oral sex, and now I understood the treacherous path I would have to take to get there. As the referee moved back into her start position, she informed us that I would try and force Eve to orgasm first. The referee helped Eve lay down on her back, and spread her legs. Her pussy was on full display and Eve invited me down. She didn't seem afraid at all and looked ready to have me grope her. The instructors seemed to give the ladies the better instruction, and probably prepared them emotionally for being violated during this workshop. I lay down beside her, our faces inches from each other. She looked pissed and whispered to me. "I was hoping for a real man for this workshop. But instead, I get you." All I could do was smile. The referee told me that I could begin. With that, I licked my fingers and ran them down her stomach and towards her groin. I felt the coarse hairs surrounding her pussy and gently pushed through them. I arrived at my destination and began to trace her labia and gently probe its folds. I had to re-wet my fingers several times to moisten my hunting zone. Eve turned her head toward me and said, "You're not very good at this, you should just give up." Just as I was starting to believe her, my fingers began to glide much easier. Eve turned her head and sighed, whispering a soft "Fuck" as she displayed disappointment in herself. Soon, low moans began to escape from her lips as I began to circle and lightly brush her clit. I was slowly baking her, and she was starting to breathe a bit quicker. With a shudder, Eve had a small orgasm! I was feeling pretty good about myself as the referee gave Eve some time to recover. I lay down on my back and closed my eyes to enjoy a moment of peace. I almost forgot what was coming next. With my eyes closed, I noticed a shadow pass over me and then Eve's breasts poked my stomach. Startled, I opened my eyes and was ripped back into reality. Eve had assumed a 69 position and grabbed my dick with both hands. The most jarring sight was that hairy pussy hovering within an inch of my face. She wiggled herself down until her mound was positioned over my nose and mouth. Then, she plopped it down onto my face. Every breath I took was filled with the scent of her pussy. Before my mind had time to process, Eve started to massage my cock. Her hands moved up and down my shaft as she gently kneaded me. It didn't take long for me to respond. I told myself to relax. There is no reason to fight this. I was going to cum, it was inevitable. Just as I was starting to feel like I was losing control, Eve stopped. She pushed herself up, swung her leg to dismount me, and assumed a position on her back. I asked the referee what happened. She told me that I had leaked some pre-cum and that was enough to count as an orgasm. Damn, I didn't know what game Eve was playing, but I was almost ready to explode. During my time to recover, I thought about finishing it myself, but I didn't want to give her the sense that she could control me like that. I later realized that was my first mistake. Okay, it was time to get my game face on. I wondered how long the effects of my fingering her pussy would linger. My plan was to lick her clit until her next orgasm. As I positioned myself to begin my assault, Eve taunted me. "C'mon David, I'm pretty horny right now, why don't you just stick your penis in me and fuck that orgasm out of me." I looked at her and said "You would love me to break the rules, no chance." Eve gave me a sexy pout, and opened her legs to allow me access. She didn't open them real far, and I complained to the referee. She made Eve open them a bit wider, but I still didn't have easy access. When I complained some more, the referee shook her head and told me to start. Having no other choice, I dove in. It took me a few seconds to wade through her jungle. I used my fingers to part her flesh until I had a relatively clear path to my target. Good news was that she was wet and probably still sensitive. Bad news was she was wet and things were getting sloppy real fast. I began with slow licks to the left and right of her clit. She began to sway a little and I knew I was having an effect. Within a minute, her pubic hair was soaking wet from a combination of my saliva and her juices. I needed to move this along, and I began to experiment with different patterns and was making some progress. My face quickly became covered in her juices, but I didn't let that deter me. Over the next few minutes, Eve began to squirm, which culminated in her second, and more powerful, orgasm. I raised myself up to finally get some fresh air. The experience of eating out a stranger was a new one for me. There was no heartfelt 'thank-you' from your lover, there was only a smirk from Eve. As I wiped her slime from my face, she continued taunting me. How did you like my pussy? What will your girlfriend say when she smells another woman on your breath? I know she was just trying to get into my head as we positioned ourselves for the next round. She was moving into the same 69 position as last time, and began to comb her glistening bush with her fingers into little spikes. Tell me, she continued, do you prefer hairy women? I then made my second mistake of the match. I opened my mouth to reply 'not a chance', and she dropped her hips on me and I got a mouthful of sopping wet pubic hair. Her thighs clamped around my head and I nearly gagged. I tried to use my tongue to push the gooey strands out, but it was futile. It took me a few seconds to realize that she had started to give me a blowjob. Her mouth and tongue were really working me over. In almost no time, I was fully erect once again. I could feel my load of cum getting ready to spurt as my cock began to spasm. Just as I was getting ready to explode Eve pinched the base of my cock. The sudden pain caused me to wilt. That hairy cunt peeled her self off me and smiled at my obvious confusion. "What the fuck?" I shouted at her, "The point is to force orgasms." She shot me a satisfied look, took one deep breath and spat at the ground beside me. It was quite visible that what she spat out was a small load of cum. I knew that if she had followed through to completion, I would have had 10 times that amount. Her plan was now clear. Build me up twice, deny me, and then watch me cum early as I use my cock in the next round. My rest period was over before I knew it. I was in trouble. My cock was quickly recovering from her pinch and it only wanted to do one thing, cum. My dilemma was how to plunge my member into this nubile vixen and somehow make her cum before me. The only chance I had was to stay outside her vagina and focus externally on her clit and hope that she succumbs first. I mounted her and began to awkwardly rub my cock over her clitoral area. I was positioned on my hands and knees, while focusing intently on what I needed to do. I tried to ignore her, but she made her presence known when she started talking dirty and whispering her nastiest sexual fantasies. I tuned her out and focused on my rhythm. I began to gain hope when her breathing changed and she shut up. I was on the edge myself, but I felt that I had it under control. Suddenly, Eve made a move with her hips and I accidentally thrust my cock deep inside her warm pussy. She tightened her vaginal muscles, and squealed in delight. I panicked and pulled out. Her tight pussy sent waves of pleasure through me that drove me over the edge. As soon as my cock escaped, I erupted and shot my load of cum in full view of the referee. "Illegal action! The aggressor ejaculated." shouted the referee while pointing at me. I collapsed onto my back in disbelief that I just lost $500 to this woman. Eve stood up and pranced around the ring celebrating my misfortune. The referee called to her, "C'mon Eve, this isn't over yet." My opponent skipped her way over to me, leaned in, and whispered with giddy excitement. "Hey pussy slut, it's over for you. Thank you for playing." With that, she squatted down and engulfed my still hard cock in one motion. She leaned her forearms into my chest and began to fuck me mercilessly. I was mentally spent, and I didn't try to resist her at all. Up and down, up and down, up and down... In short order, another orgasm ripped through my body. She had fulfilled her promise from the second workshop, I was her bitch. Furthering my defeat, Eve lifted her hips, let my cock slip out of her cunt, and then lowered herself so that her slit was resting on my erection. She sat up and began to rock back and forth while fingering her clit. Momentarily losing herself in ecstasy, she quaked through her own orgasm. My head spun and I pled for her to stop as my cock became super sensitive. With a look of satisfaction, Eve slowed her frantic pace. She finally stood up and the referee proclaimed, "Winner of all the prize money, Eve!" The referee pointed to me and stated "Loser, for not adhering to the match rules." Eve knelt down and straddled me. My cum began to drip from her pussy and pool on my chest. In a mocking voice, she asked if I wanted to clean her up with my tongue. I felt humiliated and silently turned away. The referee reminded Eve that this is a workshop and she didn't get to request a finishing move. She laughed, commented that "her bitch" won't be so lucky next time, and sauntered off to the ladies change room. When I got home that night, I had a long shower, and was still pissed off with myself. I had just allowed a woman to humiliate, take $500, and fuck the shit out of me. I was sore, spent, and could still taste her pussy on my breath. I decided that maybe this wasn't for me. I crawled into bed with the hope that my nightmare of a day wouldn't haunt my dreams that night. After a few days, I began to feel better when a knock came at the front door. When I opened it, Kate was standing there. "I watched the video of your third workshop David." All the feelings of humiliation came back and I told Kate that I was going to quit. "It's not all your fault," she continued. "The referee missed Eve cheating when she repositioned her hips and squeezed that orgasm out of you. So, the circuit organizers reviewed it, and decided that you deserve your $500. Plus, you'll find your portion of the proceeds thus far from the video sales." She handed me an envelope stuffed with cash. My temperament immediately improved. Kate and I chatted for a while, I agreed not to quit, passed my weight-in, and thanked Kate again. As she was walking out, she reminded me "Your next match will be for real, and this time there will be wrestling and submissions involved. Check out the website, I believe you have a few challengers awaiting your reply." Match #01: David vs Eve As I stood in my hallway counting, I realized there was almost $800 in that envelope. I seriously considered taking Kate's advice... Thank you for reading the first of what I hope to be a nine part series. I will make one apology to the ladies. I know my female characters are highly sexualized nymphomaniacs, but that is what men fantasize about. To anyone who wishes to provide some constructive criticism, I'd like to hear from you, but please do not send me anything concerning poor wrestling tactics, or the shoddy economic models I've used, I don't really care. That being said, stay tuned for "Match #2: David vs Madison" Match Usually, I see Robin at least once a week at the club but, that week, none of our sessions coincided. I wondered if that was on purpose and I wondered if the groping by her friends was part of her psychological battle plan. I didn't bring it up in case it was. We had a great night in bed on Wednesday, and I was ready for another one on Thursday, but Robin said no. "The night before the game, the athletes need to conserve their energy," she said. "Also, I want us to be hot and horny when we step into the ring." When I walked up to the club the next night I noticed that, even though all the windows were covered, light was still coming out at the edges. The front door was locked so I pounded on it until Darlene came and let me in and locked it behind me. I followed her through the reception area leading to the men's and women's locker rooms and into the large carpeted exercise room. It had been completely cleared of equipment was now almost totally covered by a large, rubber mat that was thick and cushony. Robin, Sheri and Madison were standing next to a tripod with a video camera on top of it. The tripod was extended so high that it almost touched the ceiling, and the camera was aimed down at the mat. I saw three other tripods around the mat that were just a foot or two off the ground. The reason for the light leaking outside was that even though the room had no windows, there were so many bright lights on stands, also high and low, all aimed at the mat, that it seemed like high noon on a sunny day. Robin finished her conversation and came over to me. "How much are you spending on this?" I asked her. "Don't worry," she said. "If we run out of money, I'm going to moonlight as a wrestler." She gave a big laugh. "No, really, I worked it into the budget. We may have to skip a few dinners out and stay home in bed instead. I hope you don't mind." She gave another big laugh. I could tell she was really excited by the whole scene. I couldn't figure out what my attitude was. I guess I found it interesting in a strange way, although I was in no way enthusiastic. "I think we're all ready," said Robin. "Do you see what we've done with this big mat? The sides and corners are raised a little and held firmly in place. We poured a ton of oil on it so that it all flowed into the center where there's a big puddle. Even though we're going to splash a lot, I promised Darlene we'd stay as close to the center as possible so the oil doesn't get on her carpet. "I borrowed all the video cameras that are on the tripods. I want to concentrate on winning and not worry about whether or not the camera man is getting the action. This way, we'll have the action from so many angles that, no matter what we do, we'll be in focus. And Sheri and Madison have handheld cameras. They'll be walking around the ring and getting into the best position so they can shoot great close-ups. Sheri does video editing at work, so she's going to put everything together and even add music. I told her not too much music and not too loud. I want to hear every sound being made by our bodies and the oil. "For fun, Darlene is going to play a role, too. We've got a hand-held mike and she's going to be the ring announcer. OK, Ned, let's get it on. Take off your clothes and come over to this side of the mat." She began pulling off her sweats. She was wearing her bright red swimsuit. It showed a lot of cleavage, but only on top. She didn't like to shave or wax so her suit bottoms were modest. My speed-o was much skimpier than her suit bottom. I took off the shorts I had put on over my suit and my T-shirt and shoes and joined her and Darlene at the edge of the mat. I felt like I was almost sleepwalking. My brain wouldn't accept that this was reality. Darlene got between us, and then we all faced Sheri who was standing in front of us with her camera. We waited a few seconds, and then Sheri said, "Action." Darlene lifted the mike to her mouth and started speaking. "Ladies and gentlemen, today's match has been a long time coming. Our two wrestlers are here for a grudge match and they are prepared to go all out to win. First we have our Amazonian beauty with her towering talent, Robin." She lifted Robin's arm in the air and then brought it down and lifted mine as she said, "Pitted against her, we have Ned, who's not as big but who's probably stronger. Or is he? That's what we're going to find out tonight. "Now, Robin and Ned, look at me. Here are the rules. No intentional hitting, kicking or biting. No gouging the eyes or twisting fingers, toes, breasts, balls, dicks, lips -- upper or lower -- or any other moves that are only for the purpose of inflicting pain. "There will be two parts to the match. You will begin by standing up and facing each other. The first round will end when one of you strips the swimsuit off of the other and raises it into the air. The winner of that round gets to keep wearing a swimsuit into Round 2, which will begin with the loser of the first round on hands and knees and the winner above in the classic referee's position. Round 2 will continue until one of the opponents has his or her complete hand inside the other's ass, up to the wrist. "Do you understand the rules, Robin and Ned?" We nodded, and she continued. "Good, Now get in the center of the ring and stand facing each other, about four feet apart. Don't begin until you hear the bell." Robin stepped eagerly over the raised lip of the mat and then she almost slid down on her back before she managed to balance herself. That prompted a big laugh from her and her friends. I stepped in a little more gingerly and slowly and kept my feet wide for balance as I walked and slid over the oil. When we got in the middle, we both crouched down and faced each other with a big pool of oil between us. I looked at Robin. Her face was determined, but she also had a little of that lascivious look she gets when she's turned on. I was totally confused. What could she be thinking? The bell rang and Robin immediately lunged for my knees. I stepped back quickly, barely keeping my balance, and she belly flopped into the pool of oil. For a moment all was quiet as she lifted her head up. I saw that her face had landed in the oil, and it was running down her face and hair. She had an angry look on her face for a moment but then she laughed and shook her head like wet dog and moved quickly again. At the same time I felt the drops of oil from her shaking head landing on me, I also felt her hands grabbing my ankles and yanking. In a moment, I had joined her in the pool of oil and my whole body was also covered. Then we started grabbing, pulling, pushing, sliding and spitting out oil. We both tried some of our wrestling moves, but nothing worked right in all that slime. As I got more used to what would happen when we made certain moves I began to adjust, but Robin adjusted faster. She was the first one to realize that she had to focus on a goal and not worry about anything else that happened. Her goal, she told me later, was simple: get my swimsuit off while preventing me from getting hers off. The move that worked for her was a distraction move. As we were jumbled up and twisting around in the oil, she stopped moving for a second as if she was catching her breath. I took the opportunity to rest for a moment, too. Then I felt a slimy hand inside my swimming suit, clasping my penis and starting to pump it. I yelled and jumped back from the hand. But I didn't notice that she had her other hand ready for me, and I jumped right into it. The other hand had grabbed hold of my suit tightly, and it wouldn't let go. Then the first hand joined it. I tried to twist away, but she held tight and my movement whipped her entire body around me. As her body began sliding away on the oil with her hands still pulling at my suit I twisted the opposite way and her body flew in that direction. She still wouldn't let go. How long could she hold on as I flung her body around me? I wondered. But she wasn't thinking about that. She was adjusting. The next time I flipped her, she knew what I was going to do and she was ready. A split second before I twisted, she yanked down on my suit. It didn't come off, but it moved enough that the force of her flying away from me continued the pull she had started and it came almost all the way over my ass. I was startled and didn't know what to do. If I sent her spinning in the other direction, she'd probably pull more of it off because of the way it was positioned. I would be stripping myself. I hesitated, but she didn't. As soon as she caught her breath from being thrown across the oil, she struggled to her knees and then pulled both arms straight up as hard as she could. Because she was holding onto my suit, which was already mostly off my ass, this sudden yank pulled my whole body out from under me and I went sliding back with my feet up in the air. That's when she jumped to her feet and yanked my suit up. She was on her feet less than a second before sliding down hard on her ass, but it was long enough to pull my suit to my knees. I looked at her and her face was ecstatic. I tried moving my body in various directions, but she just kept holding onto the suit. I saw that if I stopped moving to reach down to grab it, she would be able to pull it right off. She now knew that she just needed to wait for me to make a mistake or relax for a second and my suit was history. So she rested while I thrashed. Finally, a tiny bit of my brain revved up for the first time, and I started thinking about my strategy. I knew that she probably had me for Round 1, but if I had any chance at all, it wasn't with defense. I sized her up. She was sitting and breathing heavily holding onto my suit, which was still at my knees, and waiting until I gave her the opportunity to pull it off. I knew what I had to do. I pretended to kick my legs and try to escape her death grip on my suit but, as I did so, I slid closer to her and reached out and grabbed her bikini top. I caught her by surprise and she screamed, "No!" But I had two hands on it, and I wouldn't let go. She tried to pull away and twist, just like I had, but it didn't work for her either. She stopped and I saw that she was thinking. I began moving my hands slowly around her, one hand sliding on the oily bikini top while the other one grasped it firmly. Then the first hand grasped while the second hand slid. She couldn't stop me unless she let go of my suit. I was moving steadily to the clasp. She knew that, too, and with a tremendous effort she turned and attempted to get up at the same time she twisted around. With us both holding so tightly to each other's suits, this maneuver sent us both flying and then slamming back into the oil and bumping and sliding like crazy. I didn't let the move distract me from my goal. I was almost there. In a moment, I'd have the clasp off. I was surprised that she was no longer pulling away, but had started leaning toward me with her upper body, which was making it easier for me. Then, she leaned even closer. Actually, she didn't lean, she fell on top of me. My hands pulling at her swimsuit top now had no resistance. The top was going over her bountiful breasts and they were springing free in all their glory. I didn't even need to unclasp it. Now I had both hands pulling on it, higher and higher. It was caught under her armpits for a moment, but I kept pulling and now all I had to do was pull her arms up with it and it would slide right off. Then I pulled hard at the top and it pulled her arms straight in the air. Her top slid over them, and I held it in the air for a second and tried to wave it when suddenly my feet slipped out from under me and I splashed down into the oil again. I was so focused on getting her suit off that I didn't see what Robin was doing when she fell on top of me. Her body weight had pushed my legs together, lining up the knees right next to each other, making it easy for her to pull my swimsuit over them down to my ankles. She didn't yank but had gently slid them down while I was busy working on her top. Then she waited, holding tight. She saw what I was doing and positioned herself. When I pulled her arms straight into the air to pull her top over them, her hands were still holding tight to my suit, so I was also yanking my own swimsuit off my feet, and that's what made me fall back into the oil. She waved my suit wildly about while screaming at the top of her lungs. Her friends soon joined in the screams as I slowly sat up. After things calmed down, I heard Darlene's voice again on the portable mike. "The mighty Robin devastates the opposition in Round 1 and she gets to start on top in Round 2!" "Wait a second," I said. "That's not fair. I had to take two things off and she only had to do one." "You knew the rules," said Robin, sounding smug. "You could have worn a bikini, too. The video would have been even more exciting. "That reminds me. I guess we were too intense to think about anything else for Round 1, but remember, we're going to talk trash for Round 2. I know I will, and I hope you get into the spirit, too." I didn't say anything, because I was already starting to form a strategy for Round 2, and I knew exactly what my first goal was. "All right Robin and Ned, the same rules apply for Round 2," Darlene said. "Remember, the first person to get a hand into the other's ass wins, and once we have a winner, the bell will ring. When it does, the loser must let go of the winner and accept defeat." Totally naked, I got on my hands and knees, and Robin got on her knees next to me leaning over me with one arm around my stomach. I felt her large breasts pressing into my back. I knew she was going to try to drive me straight down with her weight, and the oil covering my hands and knees would help her do it. She probably figured I was going to try one of the classic escapes. The bell rang, but I didn't try to get away. Instead, I quickly rolled under her so I was on my back. In a real match, that would have been a deadly mistake, because she could have easily pinned me, but that didn't matter in this crazy match. As I rolled on my back, I slid sideways so that I was at a right angle from Robin above me and as I slid, I grabbed. Robin was surprised, and before she could do anything, I had both my hands on the elastic of her suit bottom, one on each side of her ass. I pulled and the suit was over her cheeks in a second and down to her knees. She decided to lift up off me and then drop down hard on my stomach in an attempt to knock the wind out of me with her weight. But I was moving and pulling and so the impact was softened. Now I knew what to do. I let go of the suit and moved my hands to her cheeks. I grabbed them and began pulling them apart. She probably thought I was trying to finish her off quickly and she reached down to pull my hands away. As she did, I pulled her ass to me tightly and rolled us both over so I was now on top of her. Then as fast as I could, I got back to her swimsuit bottom and grabbed it. I quickly lifted my body up and leaned back while I was pulling. Her feet flew into the air and her suit bottom was whipped off of her. As it flew into the air, she scrambled away from me and sat on her knees looking at me silently for a second. Then a nasty curl of a smile started at the corner of her mouth as she said, "You little twerp. You must be proud of yourself. Well, enjoy it, because in a few minutes you're going to feel these long fingers halfway up your intestine." I was taken aback, but it was nothing compared to her friends. Almost in chorus, they said, "Whoa!" Neither they nor I had ever heard Robin say anything like that before. Neither of us had any time for dirty talking when we made love. We were too busy. We might say something like, "Please shift a little to the left" or "Faster," but that was about it. I tried to get into the trash talking frame of mind but was having a hard time. "Those fingers are too pretty to get all smelly in my asshole," I said. "But your dirty mouth should fit just right. I'm going to sit on that mouth and give you my blue plate special for dinner." Robin enjoyed my feeble attempt while her friends gasped. She had insisted that we both clean ourselves out earlier so that we could get down and dirty without getting down and filthy. Now the battle was on. The oil was splashing in all directions, and I wondered whether the girlfriends with the cameras were getting covered in it. Both Robin and I knew that we could never accomplish our goal on the fly. We had to get our opponent into a locked position where we had time to start pushing fingers into the anus and then forcing our hand to victory. But as soon as one of us got a hold on the other, the slippery oil allowed an easy escape. Robin tried her distraction technique a few times, pumping my tool and playing with my balls with her greasy fingers. But I returned the favor and strummed her bush with my fingers until I felt her clitoris. Her pussy was slick, but I couldn't tell if it was from her excitement or the oil. She was responsive, though, and it did distract her momentarily. We were both getting tired and frustrated. This wasn't going anywhere. Robin decided to take a risk. She moved on top of me in the 69 position and sucked my tool into her mouth. Her slick ass was right above my face, and she was vulnerable. But I didn't have time to take advantage of it, because I felt a finger going into my rear. While working me with her mouth, she had reached around my legs with both hands and pulled them back over her head, pushing out my ass and spreading it a little. Then she slid one hand down and stuck the finger in. I tried to move and slide in the oil, but the finger inside moved with me. Her left arm was locked around my right leg, pulling it back. Now my anus was almost facing straight up. She let go of my left leg because she knew she couldn't do much if she had to keep reaching around it to put her finger in. The finger was pulled out, but in a second, it was back in. She had used her left arm to pull my right leg so far back that my left leg came with it. That's when I realized how strong she was in her upper body. Now all she had to do was move her right hand straight down past my balls, and there I was, spread perfectly for her. I felt a second finger go in. I moved but, again, her fingers moved with me. Focus, I said to myself. How can I distract her from her goal. It was just a matter of time before she would work up to it. I looked up and saw her ass above me. She was crouched on her hands and knees but trying to hold it up high and out of my reach. I wrapped my right arm around her left leg, as high and tight as I could, and began pulling it back and down. As I pulled her ass to me I managed to pull it down far enough so I could stick the index finger of my left hand between her cheeks. I pushed it up as far as I could. Paydirt! I felt her body tense as I quickly added a second finger and began moving them quickly in and out, matching the speed of her fingers moving in me. I said to myself, this is just a holding action. I'm not going to be able to get enough leverage to push all the fingers in from this position. But Robin panicked and played right into my hands, so to speak. She suddenly dropped her lower body down on me and quickly slid back and rolled to the side a little. With my fingers in the cookie jar, I was forced slightly to my side, too. That's when I felt one of her legs go under my head to my neck while the other leg went over my neck. Then both legs locked. I heard some noise from her friends, who were impressed by the move, and so was I. Her bush was smothering my mouth and her tightening legs were cutting off my air. Now she could smother me and knock me out cold if she wanted and then stick anything she wanted up my anus. That wasn't against the rules. I needed to move fast, and I decided the best thing I could do was copy her. Match I began to lift my rear and move it around, pretending I was trying to dislodge the three fingers that were now inside me. Robin's mouth was no longer on my tool, and she was leaning forward focusing on her fingers moving in and out of my anus. I began kicking my legs into the air as if I didn't know that would be fruitless. I heard Robin laugh and say, "Does the little boy need his diaper changed? Is that why he's kicking his little legs in the air? Mommy will take care of you soon, Sonny. Mommy's hands know how what to do. Soon you'll be feeling really special." The girls laughed as they heard this, but I wasn't laughing. I was kicking as high into the air as I could while Robin's left arm was pulling my right thigh back and she was attempting to get four fingers from her right hand into me. Now! I said to myself. I couldn't wait any longer. This could be disastrous, but I was having such a hard time breathing between her locked legs that I couldn't think of anything else. With as much force as I could muster, I kicked into the air again, but this time I didn't kick straight up. Instead, I pulled my legs backward in the direction she was pulling. In fact, her pulling sent my legs back further than I could manage by myself. I felt something between them and hoped I was where I needed to be, and then I locked my legs before they could fall down again. Her scream told me I had succeeded. My legs were now locked behind her neck, and as they fell, I pushed her head down into my body. Even this didn't stop her fingers working inside me. There were four of them now, and it hurt like hell, but I focused. I had to consolidate my move. If she was able to slide her head out from between my legs, I was as good as finished. I closed my locked legs against her neck and pressed as hard as I could. I felt her head pushed harder down into my body and then I tightened my legs until I felt that nothing could escape my vice. She was able to turn her head to the side so she could breathe, but it was immobile. Her fingers never stopped, even though now she couldn't see what she was doing, But my legs smashing her head against my lower stomach finally got a reaction. "You're hurting my neck," she yelled out. "That's not fair." I ignored her and said as loud as I could, "I can't breathe," while pushing my locked legs even harder. Then I felt her legs around my neck begin to slacken a little. "Thanks," I said and I relaxed my legs slightly. "Move your neck to a better position right now," I said, "because I'm getting ready to tighten up again." I wondered if she would try to escape. But she shifted her head a little and didn't attempt anything. Meanwhile, I caught my breath and looked around. My head was locked, my mouth was in her bush, her ass was at eye level and my arms were free. If I worked fast, I still had a chance. I dipped my right hand into the oil all around us and pushed a finger into her, then a second. I used my left hand to pull one cheek to the side so I had better access to her anus. I didn't have time to waste, so the third finger went in soon after and then the fourth. As I got the fourth in, I felt her thumb that had been outside of my anus disappear. It was no longer there. I looked at my four fingers going in and out of her and realized she had tucked the thumb under the other fingers so all five were going in. Now she was moving them fast, and she was also adding a little pressure. I felt the pain of my anal muscles being stretched. I tucked my thumb in the same way and continued to follow her lead and her pace. She and I were now squirming and groaning because of the pain we were inflicting on each other. But victory was our only focus. I realized that Robin now had the advantage, even though we both had all our fingers inside up to the second knuckle. Because she was bigger than me and had longer arms, she had more leverage for the final push. Then she surprised me again. I felt something on my limp noodle. It was her blowing on it, trying to distract me. Then her tongue started licking it. She was pulling out all the stops. "Dr. Robin is almost ready for you now, Little Ned," she said. "You've bent over nicely already. Get ready to cough when Dr. Robin puts her hand into you all the way to the shoulder." The girls laughed, but I wasn't distracted. I could feel she was starting to push past the second knuckle. I tried to contract my anal muscles while pushing harder myself, but she had that leverage going for her. She didn't say another word and she stopped licking me. She was groaning and panting from the pain of my fingers in her anus, but it didn't slow her hand pushing straight down into my anus that was raised high in the air for her convenience. But I was also making progress. I felt her muscles trying to tighten. She was also about to yield. I was almost there, just a few more seconds. Then I felt something horrible. It felt like a bulldozer was plowing into my body and pounding my insides to mush. Then it stopped, and I felt my anus closing around her wrist. She had won. I heard her friends cheering, but she wasn't talking trash or gloating. She was breathing hard and speaking as fast as she could at the same time. She screamed out her words but had to stop after each one for a breath. It sounded as if she was in tremendous pain as she screamed, ""Ned - I - won. Stop - now. Help! - Help! - You - lost! - Stop! - Stop! - Help! - No! - No! - No! - No! Nooooooooooooooo!" I saw her friends rush over to pull me off of her as she screamed, but it was too late. The last "no" came as my fist plunged into her. I still don't know whether I just forgot the rules or I was ignoring them, but my mind never stopped telling me I had to get that fist into her. So I did. I unlocked my legs and lifted each one slowly to the side, as wide as I could, so they weren't pressing against her neck anymore. I waited for her to loosen her choke hold on me. but she just lay there crying softly until I said, "Robin, would you please get your legs off my neck." "Oh, sorry," she said and moved them. She also stopped crying. We both lay there exhausted with our fists inside each other's asses while her friends fluttered around us, shooting video, congratulating us on a great match and telling us they all had orgasms while they watched us. After a while, I saw a smile come back to Robin's face, so I asked her the question I'd been thinking about the last five minutes. "What now?" I said. She thought a moment and then surprised me once again. "We've got to get our hands out of each other's asses," she said. "I don't know whether it's less painful or safer to do it slowly or quickly, but I do know which way makes for better video. "Darlene, Sheri, Madison, make sure you've got one camera aimed at each of our faces and the other ones shooting our hands in the asses from various angles. Ned and I are going to have one more contest. We're going to make a fist that's as wide as possible inside each other, and then we're going to see who can pull the fist free the slowest. I want one camera on each ass to shoot slo-mo. "I want this to look like those birth videos we saw in school, where the head comes out slowly and mother looks like she's being split in two. Understand?" We followed her directions, but she lost control when I was starting to pull the widest part of my fist toward her hole and began to scream from the pain. I stopped. "No, no, Ned," she screamed. "Don't try to make your fist smaller. This was my idea." I made my fist smaller anyway and hoped she wouldn't notice. Later, she told me she did notice and thanked me. We almost pulled our fists free simultaneously and our painful screams were in harmony. She didn't ask anyone who came out the slowest. Like me, she was in so much pain that she didn't care about anything at that point. But she recovered faster. The girlfriends were buzzing around us again, telling us they couldn't believe how big our holes were right after we pulled out and how great it was going to look in slo-mo. I listened but was too tired to say anything. Robin, on the other hand, perked up after a few minutes, and she began participating in the conversation about how the film might be edited, how she wanted to see the raw footage from each camera, what a shame it was that nobody else would ever see it and so on. After a while, she looked over at me and smiled. She had wiped herself off and put on her sweats and was off the mat. I was still sitting there naked in the puddle of oil. "Come on, Ned," she said, holding up my shorts and T-shirt. "Time to go home. The girls are going to clean up." I got up slowly and walked to the edge of the mat. Each step caused shooting pains inside my anus. She handed me a towel to wipe the oil off me. I did the best I could, but my skin was still slimy as I put my clothes on, and I felt like I was sticking to the seat in the car. We were both hobbling as we walked into the house with our legs spread wide so there wouldn't be any friction between our cheeks. We looked at each other and laughed at how ridiculous we looked. When we got inside our front door, I said, "I'm going to take a long, hot shower." "Oh no, you're not," she said as she grabbed my arm and started up the stairs. "You're crazy, Robin," I said. "We're covered with oil, and every move we make is a pain in the ass." "I don't know about the pain, but I'm excited about the oil, and I'm really turned on by what we just did in front of my girlfriends. I promise you the rest of the night is going to be one of the best nights you've ever had in your life." Of course, I gave in, and she was right. I never did watch the video, even though she and the girls tried to get me to because they were so proud of the editing and production. Maybe I would have enjoyed watching myself fist Robin, but I know that watching her fist me would have been extremely uncomfortable. About a year later, she mentioned at dinner that she was thinking about a sequel. "What if we did a tag team match," she said. "We'd each have a big stud with a huge dick on our side that we could tag if we got tired. Only one of us could do this at a time, so it would always be either us against each other or one of us against a stud. The winning team would be the first one whose stud was able to fuck one of us in the ass." I looked at her, and she returned my stare for a full minute until she burst into laughter. "You should see the look on your face," she said. "Don't worry I'm only joking." I don't know if she was, but that was the last time she mentioned any video ideas. I get my money's worth out of the video even without seeing it because it really turns Robin on. She doesn't watch it on a regular basis because she says it's too special for every day. She says it's only for special occasions, maybe when we are in a rut or have some career or personal challenges. I know when it's a special occasion as soon as I walk in the door and see that special light in her eyes that tells me she was watching the video before I got home and that tonight's going to be a good, good night. Match Dot Bomb This is a work of fiction, any similarities between persons or events in this story and any other persons or events, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Sheltered wife convinces controlling husband to see if dating website will match them. She explores her sexuality and he ends up humiliated. Match Dot Bomb And wow, what stamina he had! I finally know what it means to have my brains fucked out! We did it on the couch, twice on the bed, again in the shower. After that, I lost track. I thought it would just be a quickie, something for me to get over Michael and Brad, but we kept at it for hours. He wasn't as well hung as big Brad, but he certainly made up for it with his stamina! Ooh, Brad, now I wish I had done more than just blow him. That cock would have been fantastic inside me. One thing I did find out, was that I really need to get back in shape! I'm exhausted from that all night session! I know Kevin isn't my match, but I'm going to hold onto his number! Take care, sweetie, I hope you're having luck finding your match, and I hope you enjoyed my email. PS, a package came for you today. Sorry, I opened it by accident. Anyway, something called a "fleshlight" is on the kitchen table. Monday, June 25 6:00 David, You'll never guess what happened today! No date on the calendar, but I joined a gym to get in better shape. Guess who was here--Kevin, my stud from Friday! I had no idea this was where he worked, but he's a trainer at the gym I just joined. I put the gym membership and personal training on your credit card. Thanks so much! I prepaid for 2 years, and bought 51 personal training sessions. Kevin said it was the best deal--they don't sell any packages with more sessions, but I can use Kevin anytime I want! It also comes with 5 free massages. I have my first one today with Mark in 30 minutes. It turns out, he is also the lifeguard at the pool! Big strong hands and a swimmer's body--I may have another update later--I hope his hands don't lie. PS: I also bought some new gym clothes, a spandex bottom and sports bra. I know you get turned on when I wear those tight, revealing clothes, so I promise to only wear them at the gym with Kevin. PPS: Sorry I haven't been home for dinner lately. I won't be home tonight either, Kevin is taking me out to dinner, but just as friends. Please be sure to do the laundry and put away the dishes. I won't be able to iron your clothes, either, so please take care of that. Thanks, David. Monday, June 25 10:30 pm Text Message: Staying at Kevin's tonight--still jsut fernds. I had a 2 much 2 drink. Don't worry, I paid for dinner and drinks, to thank studboy. Tuesday, June 26, 6:45 pm Text message: At they gym, getting a fantastic massage. Bringing a boy home around 7:30, pls can we have the house tonite? [I snuck back in around 8:00, parking my car down the street and slipping in through the back door. I wish now I hadn't come back. Even from the street, I could hear Karen was having her brains fucked out in our marital bed, and it sounded like they had been at it for a while. I'm sure the neighbors heard, too, and with a strange truck in the driveway, they all knew it wasn't me making Karen cum all night long, nonstop. She was screaming and moaning all night long. I could hear the bed shaking apart with every orgasm she had--and I lost track after the first six. Who knows how many she had before that. [Around 2:00, I heard the bedroom door open, and watched the driveway to catch a glimpse of my wife's "date." What I saw surprised me. Not one, but two guys, both over 6'5" came out laughing, talking about my wife. I heard one saying "...yesterday, right on the massage table." The more muscular one said, "No way, I did her last night, too--and she even paid for dinner! That's one horny bitch, dude." They got into the truck and drove off. I found out later that the muscular one was Kevin and the other was the masseur, Mark.] [In our 7 years of marriage, Karen had always rejected my playful suggestions of a threesome. I had tried to suggest one with another woman, and even one with another guy, but she always said it was out of the question. Now these two studs had taken her from their gym and fucked her brains out--without me--in our marital bed. And she had fucked them both separately, the night before.] [I went to check on Karen after her boy toys left. She was naked, face down on the bed. Her hair was a mess, and she was still glistening with sweat. The sheets were haphazardly strewn over her naked body, barely covering her back and part of one leg. Cum was dripping from her puffy, red pussy lips, and a half dozen used condoms were lying on the floor, I could see several more in the trash. She didn't seem to realize or care I was there. She kept moaning and quivering slightly, as her post-orgasm tremors ran through her body. I jerked off in the corner.] [Karen didn't send a detailed update that night or the next, but I know she called in "sick" the next day. When I got home, she was still naked in much the same position. The bottle of lube was empty, and Brad the dildo was lying next to her, coated in lube and sex juices.] Thursday, June 28 David, So sorry I haven't sent an update in a few days. Kevin and I got to talking at the gym--we don't talk much outside the gym ;). I felt bad about leading him on, so I told him about our deal--that you and I are looking to see if we are really a match. He was surprised at first, but he came around. He said that it was a little weird I had told you all the details about our lovemaking. To make it less awkward, I told him all of the details about when you and I used to have sex. I couldn't remember all that much, but he seemed to appreciate the thought. Mark, my masseur knows, too. Kevin told him about our arrangement, and he thought it was cool, too. He did agree with Kevin that sex should be private, so I have to give that some thought. They're such great guys. I didn't realize they were friends until the other day. Mark was taking me out to dinner--just as friends--and we ran into Kevin, who tagged along. Speaking of that night, I'm sorry about what happened. I kicked you out and that wasn't right. Kevin came over, alone. [So she didn't know I snuck back in, and heard the three of them, including Mark, fucking all night]. We spent the night chatting and getting to know each other. He really helped me get a workout and diet routine together. [Yeah, lots of groin stretches and a strict diet of cock and young man jizz.]. We're still just friends. [It was really beginning to worry me that she felt her sex life was private from me, her husband. What else was she doing? Who else hadn't I heard about?] Anyway, it wasn't fair to take the house away, I know you're there alone most nights. I mentioned it to Kevin and he said he and Mark were hoping to have their annual nature retreat with a bunch of fitness buddies. He said it was cancelled because of money. I told them we would pay, so they agreed to put it back on! I'm really looking forward to it. Mark said the cabin they rent doesn't have Internet or cellphone coverage, so I won't be able to call or email you until we get back. Their friends are all fitness instructors, so I'll be the only girl. I'm sure I'll find something fun to do. We'll be gone for the whole holiday week, so you'll need to do the laundry and shopping and housecleaning yourself. I told your friends that we're both out of town, so you don't have to go to those Fourth of July barbecues without me. Have fun alone this week! PS: Another big package came for you today from a company called "Ultralube." I hope that's not just for another fleshlight session. I think Dwayne, our mailman, thought it was for me, because he winked at me. I never realized how cute he is. Did you know he used to play football too, just like Brad? Friday, June 29 Quick email update: We're off to the cabin. I know you like these kinds of things, so I talked to a friend of Kevin's and she said Mark is even bigger than Kevin. He's even bigger than Brad! This friend said that he's over 10.5 inches long! That's over twice as big as you are! [I knew that by "friend" she meant herself. I already knew she fucked him the day they met, while he was supposed to be giving her a massage I paid for. I also knew he was part of the threesome earlier that week. She told me later that she wanted me to know how big Mark was, but thought that her sex life was private between her and Mark (and all the others).] Monday & Tuesday, July 1-2, Text messages 2:30 pm: David, we're in town for some supplies, and have very low signal. Having a great time exploring nature. Spent last three days in the cabin with 6 guys. 2:35 pm: Forgot to tell you, we borrowed your case of lube--thanks! Have fun alone. 9:39 pm: 4.5 inches? Seriously, dude? [attached was a selfshot picture of a huge cock, probably Mark's, from the mens room of a bar.] 9:47 pm: Girl at the bar is hot; tell her Kevin is into her and we can have a foursome. 11:17 pm: Heather, boys are spent and asleep. I M bored. Want to find some fresh studs in town? 12:30 am: Heather, just finished blowing the cop. No speeding ticket and got his number! Where did you go? 1:05 am: What lake? All I see are a bunch of college kids at a campfire. 2:37 am: Quit hogging him, slut. I need him to complete the set. 11:02 am: Sorry sweetie, someone must have borrowed my phone last night and texted you by accident. In town again, low signal, don't bother calling. Btw, where did you buy that lube, again? [Late on Wednesday night, I got another text message from a number I didn't recognize. The picture was Karen French kissing some girl I didn't recognize on the dance floor of a club. I found out later that the girl was Heather, but the club I recognized. It was in a casino in Las Vegas, nowhere near the cabin she charged on my credit card. Throughout the week, more and more explicit photos came in from the same number. It was clearly Karen fucking, sucking and kissing a long line of strange young men and sometimes, women. Kevin and Mark were not in any of the photos, but Heather seemed to be my wife's personal porn photographer, chronicling her depravity. There were close up shots of her with at least six different cocks in her mouth, and a series of her with one cock in her mouth and another fucking her from behind. I got a lot of use out of my fleshlight that week, and by week's end, I had to order a replacement and a case of lube.] * * * These were the only messages I got from my wife or anyone else before she returned home. Karen returned home a week later than planned with Heather, a hot 22 year old girl. They pulled up in a sports car I had not seen before, and were parked in the driveway for about ten minutes. I peaked through the window and saw my wife's head bobbing up and down in the driver's lap. Karen's friend, Heather, got out of the back seat first, and I caught a glimpse of another guy with his pants around his ankles and his cock flopped down, drooling spit and cum. When Karen got out, her new young friend said, "I told you I'd get mine off first." My wife answered, "That's because he likes to have a finger up his ass. I told you that--you cheated." "I won," the young girl said, "so I get to go first." When they got in, Karen introduced me to Heather, and said that Heather was going to be spending some time with us while she looked for a job nearby. Heather was a recent college graduate who worked as a fitness and yoga instructor. "Sweetie, we should talk," my wife said as she sat me down. "I've realized over the past few weeks that I'm not made for a regular, boring marriage." a lump formed in my throat again. "I don't want a divorce, either. I just want to be able to have sex with anyone I want." "Okay," I offered tentatively. "Good," she said quickly. I was expecting more, but she got up to join Heather in the bedroom. "Wait," I said, my cock shriveling. "What about us?" "Well," my formerly innocent wife said with newfound confidence, "you keep earning money and paying the bills, and, if you're good, I will think about letting you eat my pussy once in a while." I must have turned pale. "Wasn't that your fantasy dear, to eat cum from my freshly fucked pussy?" "What about me, don't I..." I couldn't even say it out loud. "Oh, honey," she said, knowing what I was refusing to ask of my wife, embarrassed about my 4.5" cock. She placed her hand gently on my face to comfort me. "I'm afraid I'd barely even feel it. But I tell you what," she looked at Heather, who was now stripped naked, her stunning young body framed by our bedroom door. Heather nodded approvingly. "Heather won a bet, so she gets to go first." I lit up with the thought of fucking this tight, young slut my wife had been with. Maybe this would lead to a threesome. "Heather," my wife continued, "is going to fuck me with a nice, big strap on you bought for us. If you promise to be very quiet, you can watch. And..." she looked over to Heather, seeking agreement. Heather reluctantly shrugged. "If Heather gets tired, you can wear the strap on next, okay?" I spent the next few hours feebly masturbating while Heather and my wife took turns fucking each other with a massive strap on. After the first hour, Karen promised to let me lick the dildo clean after she fucked Heather with it. I eagerly waited and waited. Half an hour later, Heather was quivering, nearly unconscious. My wife, Karen looked over at me, my small cock in my hand, and said, "oh, yes I promised you could like it clean." I jumped up and ran to the bed, but Karen made me kneel in front of her, as if I was giving her a blow job. I was desperate to taste Heather's pussy juices, so I didn't care. "Just one second," Karen said, and then swiftly bent Heather over and slipped the dildo into Heather's ass, pumped her furiously while Heather begged her to stop, and then Karen forced me to lick the cock clean. They went another round and then let me clean the toys while they showered, but after that night, I wasn't invited back to their girls only sessions. Karen doesn't even pretend to be a faithful wife anymore. She wears the ring I gave her only because she isn't looking for a commitment. She also knows that the kinds of guys who will fuck a married woman are usually confident for a reason, a reason that swings long between their legs. She openly hits on other men at parties and her company events, often telling them in front of me about how unsatisfying my feeble cock is. Even for company functions in our town, she has her company reserve a hotel room for her and uses it liberally. I'm pretty sure everyone at her office has had her one way or another. None of them will even look me in the eye, and two senior managers were involved in very public divorces over an "unnamed female employee." In desperation, I made a pass at Heather one Saturday night while Karen was fucking our mailman, Dwayne. Heather let me fuck her, but she just laid there, bored and lifeless. I came quickly and she suggested I try anal with her, because she couldn't feel anything I did to her pussy. I tried, but couldn't get it up again, so she just laughed and left me there. A little while later, Karen called me into the bedroom. Heather was there, and so was Dwayne. Dwayne was sitting on the bed naked, facing away from me. Heather was on the floor, kneeling in front of him, licking Karen's juices clean off of his big, black cock. Karen wrapped her robe tightly, not allowing me to see her naked. "Did I give you permission to fuck Heather?" she asked calmly, but sternly. I couldn't look at her, so I looked at Heather. Heather smiled at me with her mouth full of Dwayne's cock. Karen ordered me to strip and stand in front of Dwayne. My small, flaccid cock lay limply in front of him as Heather performed her expert oral skills. Dwayne looked at my pathetic cock and giggled. "Man, I thought she was exaggerating, but that thing is tiny," Dwayne chuckled. Heather smiled and laughed, switching her glance between my tiny cock and Dwayne's massive member. Karen went to the dresser and pulled something out. Heather, satisfied that Dwayne's big, black cock was hard and properly lubed again, stood up, spun around and sat down on Dwayne's cock. She slid it in her pussy easily, but looked at me with contempt the entire time. She glanced down at my cock and chuckled. "Put this on," Karen commanded, throwing it at me. It was a chastity cage, to keep me from getting an erection. "Now!" she ordered. Dwayne kept chuckling, even as he threw Heather on the bed and started fucking her from behind. Karen grabbed the phone and started dialing. "Tony?" Tony was my boss. "This is Karen, David's..." she paused, glanced at my caged cock and reluctantly said, "wife. Remember what we talked about at the bar a few weeks ago? Are you still interested? Can you come over now? Say in about," Karen looked over to Heather and Dwayne, now going at it doggie style. "How about half an hour? No, he's here; I want to make him watch...I know, I've been looking forward to it, too." Dwayne was grunting and pounding Heather from behind, Heather was cooing and making a point of saying how big Dwayne's cock was, and how it felt so much bigger than mine. She talked herself into such a frenzy, that she started to cum. Karen stepped towards Dwayne, placed one hand on his ass and whispered in his ear. Dwayne grunted, arched his back and pumped his seed deep into Heather's young twat, then collapsed on the bed. Heather caught her breath and then staggered over to me. Still breathless, she dipped her fingers in her pussy and pulled out a mix of her juices and Dwayne's spunk. She forced her fingers into my mouth while Karen looked on, laughing. She then joined Dwayne on the bed and kissed his spent cock, worshiping it in front of me. Karen turned her attention to me. She grabbed me by the cage and made sure it was on tight. She slapped my balls, and said, "That's for liking the taste of spunk. I saw your cock twitch, you little faggot. Now your boss has wanted to fuck me for 3 years. Even before I realized what a pathetic little dick you had." Karen did not raise her voice at all. "He's been hitting on me, whispering in my ear about all the naughty things he would do to me. I tried doing them with you, but your tiny little cock wouldn't satisfy me. Tony even offered to send you away for long periods so we could fuck our brains out, but I was a faithful little wife." "I left your office alone, because you were a faithful little--and I do mean little--boy. Well now, your boss, Tony is on his way over here, and I'm going to make you watch him do all those things to me. All. Night. Long. Every way imaginable." She grabbed a pill vial from the dresser. "This little blue pill will keep him going, and when he gets tired, Heather and I are going to put on a little show. If he's really good, I'll even let him fuck Heather, while I whisper in your ear how much bigger and more satisfying his cock is than yours. You're going to wear that cage all weekend long as punishment for soiling Heather's gorgeous pussy with your pathetic little dick." She handed the key to Dwayne, who was now getting dressed. "This is the only key. Bring that back next Monday. David here will be wearing it until then. If you do as I ask, you can have Heather to yourself for a whole week." All of that came to pass. Since my wife has been fucking Tony, my work life has gotten unbearable. Tony will call me into his office and have me take notes as he gives me graphic descriptions about what he has done with Karen and Heather. I get all of the bad assignments, and I never travel anymore. I asked Tony about that, and he said "Why would I send you away if I can fuck your wife while you're here? Where's my dry cleaning?" Karen said he's not even that good, she just fucks him to keep me employed and humiliated. Match Dot Bomb When Tony is out of town, my wife comes into the office, pretending to drop something off for me. She will always disappear into a supply closet or bathroom with one of my coworkers, usually male. Lately, she's had then come over to my desk afterwards with an obvious taunt, like "Your wife said to tell you, nevermind, she doesn't need you to get her sausage afterall." Karen has stopped using my credit cards, but I'm so far in debt that I can't quit my job for 30 years. Heather, on the other hand, now teases me almost daily, for her personal amusement. She knows I can't do anything without suffering Karen's wrath again and she is very inventive in trying to "seduce" me. She surprises me in the shower, and coos at how she wants my "big, manly cock" inside of her. She slips into bed with me, while I am sleeping, and blows on my cock until it is rock hard, and begs me to let her suck me off--promising not to tell Karen. She whispers in my ear to tell me my cock isn't really that small, then bursts out laughing. She even films Karen's sessions with really well hung men and forces me to watch. After a month of being true to my slut wife, Karen let me eat Heather's pussy out. When I came before Heather finished, Karen punished me by locking me up in the chastity cage again for a week and made me serve as a unic butler while she and Heather hosted an orgy. A few weeks later, Karen decided to turn my "bachelor pad" den into a separate apartment. I am no longer allowed in the main house without permission, but Heather and Karen control an audio and video monitor that they turn on when they're having sex with other men. I thought the construction was going to be expensive, but Heather and my wife worked out a deal with the general contractor. They work slowly, and they guys are coming in and out of the other parts of the house constantly. I don't know the details, but next year, we're apparently putting in a pool, too. Match. Made. With every ounce of self control...I beat at the pleasure taking me over. The mightiest betrayal to date was having it's way with me......and so was she. .....Face against the filthy stall wall .....Hands behind me wrapped in my nice, soft, black leather, J-crew belt (which matched my boots exactly in color & material). I was fuzzy all over with confusion and to be quite honest, submission. Now, truth be told I am nearly germaphobic all public things considered. So, to be so intimately veiled in a public restroom with my clean, exfoliated face against grimy, stained tile was as good as demeaning. She gripped a handful of my hair in her hand and pulled my head back so that our cheeks met. "It wont do you any good to fight it. But you can try if you like" I could hear her smile. I could hear her step back and watch me in silence until I began to turn to see her face, her eyes. At this point she planted her foot between mine and used her body to force me back against the wall. Her veined hands found the button of my jeans and I squirmed, to no avail, under her weight. I heard the zipper before I noticed briefly the breeze and the immediate, stiff demand of my clit. She had my full attention. "You're so cute when you fight back. It definitely instigates a giggle. But I want to watch you cum." Ok firstly, I've known this woman all of two days and she's taking me in a rest stop shit hole in the middle of Wyoming? What the hell is my life coming to? Eh, who knows. My pants are open. I can't help my drenched pussy and I'm rather sure I can't save it from my 'assailant's' intentions. I can't say I truly want to but I would never openly admit such. I'm lightheaded and her hot breath is on my neck taking unyielding bites, hacking her way through my flesh setting my cunt on fire for her cock. I knew she was readily prepared because we already had the "ex" discussion amongst other heated conversations along the drive. "You want my cock in your cunt, don't you slave?" Again, somehow she knew what words made me melt. I didn't have time to think of how she knew or if she was going to hurt me. I just knew I needed this, and have for a while but who knew she would be the one. I stood in silence slowly starting to fall down the wall to my knees. "Stand up." I stood. "Look at me, silver." I looked up but couldn't secure the confidence to find her eyes, Damnit!!, I am submissive. "In the eyes." She murdered all will I was saving for such an occasion. "On your knees, love." All I could think about was how grody the floor was and how gross my jeans were going to be after they touched it. Again, this didn't affect my action. I was on my knees faced with the bulge behind the zipper of her dark jeans. She smelled of Issey Miyake. "Unzip." What the fuck with the one word demands lady? And I know you don't think I'm going to put my pearly whites on your zipper tab for minor scratches and who knows what kind of germs in my mouth. I guess I took too long with that thought. She twisted my nipple between her fingers through my fitted T. I obliged. Fucking strangers!! Her name is Tawny and we have a mutual friend. She's hot, I have to confess. But we didn't really know each other until I was making a trip across the US and she, evidently, needed a ride to California. Saves me money in gas and her the stress of finding a way out west. Match, made. Great fucking match! The least she could do is wait until we are in a clean environment to invade my submissiveness with our common kink. Her cock bulged at the height of it's arch from her open zipper, threatening to slap me in the face. Which is precisely what I didn't need at the moment. I was still recovering from nearly unsheathing that beast with my sparkly jewels. Deep in my stomach I felt a twist, a burn but not painful. Just enough for it to sink into my groin and begin to make my cunt warm with need. There was definitely a desperation added to the equation now. "silver" She spoke my name with an odd, playfulness I'm certain was staged intentionally to confuse. "Where do you want my cock first?" She gripped my hair in hand by the fistful and forced my eyes to meet hers. You see, in my head she sounded all mumbled. She sounded like she was trying to speak clearly to me and I was underwater. Somehow, I understood. I opened my mouth and nothing came out....not a sound. In this moment I regretted my uncontrolled silence. Tawny reached down with her other hand and pulled out her cock. There we were face to face and within seconds, her dick was firmly rested in my throat. That's what I get for leaving my mouth open. Again, I guess I took too long to answer. I could hear the smile crease her face. She even giggled. Like it was fucking funny. Bitch! She held her cock in my throat preventing me from breathing. After a while it really got to me and my body started to buck a little and my eyes closed. She pulled back a little and again pulled my face toward her crotch. My eyes still closed, my jeans dirty from the floor...I felt filthy, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter at all. Tawny changed her motion a bit. Her deep, punishing, forced placement switched to a comfortable stroking. In and out. She thrust her hips toward my face and slowly, intimately began to fuck my mouth. My eyes shot open and the short-lived protest was afoot. I pulled my head back, to no avail, she still had my hair hostage. I felt her grip all the way down my spine. She pressed her cock as deep as the first burial. I couldn't breath and she laughed. She laughed! I was sure in that moment that I hated this woman. Fuck her and her ride across the country. After this she was going to have to call someone who cared. Not me. I'm sure as a lesson, she held her dick in place blocking my air flow rendering me sort of light headed. Shortly afterwards she resumed her firm, thorough fucking of my mouth. It was in this very, moment. I realized I was enjoying this torture. I liked that she had complete control over me whether I wanted her to or not. I was relieved and also very confused. Whatever the case, her pumping did not cease it only became more rapid and her thrusts harder, deeper. I could hardly hear her over the pulsing of my own heart in my ears. She took in a sharp breath and was completely silent. Her body stiffened and her cock, again, blocked my airway. The fist in my hair grew stronger and her body seized toward my, before, very clean face. I'm rather sure she came, still I couldn't breathe. I began to panic and get terribly dizzy. I opened my eyes wide and looked up. All I saw was her conquering smile before I drifted away. :::: In my unconsciousness, I was moved. I'm not sure how or if she did it alone but now all I heard was the sound of tires on asphalt. My jaw ached. My eyes I couldn't open. My limbs bound. Match made. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you muchly for checking out my story. I welcome comments and hope this finds you all gloriously. ~silver Match Made In Hell The evil that oozed from the man was an incredible turn on. His naked form was pleasing to her as well. She traced his pectoral muscles. "Perhaps we should go to another section of the mansion and you can tell me more of what just happened..." He smiled at her. She was pleased that his attraction to her was just as deep. "You are certainly aware of what pure darkness is..." "Naturally..." she said as she began to kiss him again. In mid kiss Michael's form changes into a black haze, swirling around Sheila. Soon she was engulfed by the darkness and emerges inside a dark room that had a large poster bed and gothic décor that would make Marilyn Manson proud. Now standing behind her, Michael devours her neck with kisses as he traces his hands up and down her naked perfection. She purrs from his touch and gasps as soon as she feels his finger invade her body, digging around as if searching for nectar gold. She gasped at the intense pleasure that was radiating out from her body. She touched her own breasts and began to roll her own nipples between her fingers. She felt Michael lift her from her feet and lay her on the bed... He materialized in between her legs. He leaned backward and began to stroke his own organ. "Do I excite you, Arianna?" he asked. "Oh yes.." she purred. "How much do I excite you?" he asked. She reached down and parted her lips with her hands. She began to finger her clit right in front of him. "Ooo yeah.. You excite me Michael... Ummm yess..." Michael was pleased with her reaction. The immortal witch was masturbating herself in front of the immortal demon... He leaned over and began to whisper in her ear... "Do you want it, Witch? How bad do you want it?" Sheila was near the boiling point. She screamed at the point of her release... Her juices were flowing and running down her legs. Michael began to lap at them furiously... She arched her back and grabbed the bedposts... She was losing her mind in the ecstasy of the moment. Before she knew it, she came again... Her heart was about to explode... Michael climbed over her and dangled his erect member in front of her face. She laced onto it like a hungry baby... Swallowing his entire engorged length, made used her tongue to swirl around the mushroom head. She squeezed his testicles as if she were trying to pump more of the demon seed into her body. He soon exploded in his own right shooting the hot liquid down her throat. She wasn't about to let go... Michael withdrew from her mouth and flipped her over on her belly. He entered her from behind... Her breasts dangled in front of her as she was on all fours. He started ramming into her with a ferocious intensity. Her behind was getting red from the force of the blows... Clutching onto the sheets tightly, she threw her head back and screamed at the same time that Michael did. It was certainly a clincher for the witch and the demon... This was a match made in hell. Match Me! A Guide to Online Dating So you've decided to try out the wonderful world of online dating, and you don't know quite where to start. Obviously your first step is to pick the dating site you want to use. In larger towns, there are usually free local sites that have a limited number of features. If that's not an option, there are always big sites like match.com or yahoo personals. Be sure to check out all the details before you sign up for one of these; often you can sign up for free, but actually being able to contact someone requires a paid subscription. It doesn't do much good to sign up and then not be able to do anything with your membership. Your next step is to do some thinking about what you're looking for- do you want to find people to casually date, or are you looking for your soul mate? What interests you in another person- someone who likes to party? Someone who likes to stay in and rent movies? Someone who's active in sports or someone who's a couch potato? Once you give some thought to what you're looking for, you need to do some thinking about who you are. What are your strengths, your passions, and your pet peeves? What does someone NEED to know about you? After you've got some ideas, sit down and get creative. A well worded profile that expresses who you are and what you want is going to be far more effective than one that's thrown together in a hurry. Be funny, be original, but most of all, be yourself. Your profile is actually your first impression, so it's essential that you make it work for you. It's also essential that you use spell check, and, if possible, have a friend look it over. Glaring spelling errors or badly worded sentences will turn many people off completely. If you have one, use a good, but recent, picture of yourself to go with your profile. People are far more willing to invest time in corresponding with someone online if they know a little about what to expect. Plus, you'll get more initial hits on your profile if you have a picture because many people will only browse through profiles that have a photo attached. So now you've written your profile, given a description of yourself and what you're searching for. Next it's time to do some browsing of your own. Don't expect everyone to come to you. Women, especially, expect that men will approach them, but if you're serious about meeting someone you need to take some of the initiative yourself. Browse through some profiles and see if anyone catches your eye. Once you find one, or two or three, send them an email through the dating site. Again, though, it's essential that you think about you're going to say. I've had some great messages, and I've had some terrible ones including notes from strangers who give me their number or who simply say, "What's up?" I recommend that you mention something from their profile; this shows that you paid attention to what they had to say and you were interested. It's flattering to the recipient and is a lot more likely to get them to respond than giving them your number without any lead up. It's also good to include a question in your initial email; if they said something about traveling in their profile, ask them where they've been. Whatever it was that intrigued you, ask about it. Asking questions makes it more likely they'll write back. Don't expect everyone you write will return your interest; and don't be rude to those who are interested in you but don't catch your fancy. Everyone is there for the same reason- to meet someone special, and it's important to remember that everyone has their own interests and expectations; don't take it personally if you're not getting twenty emails a day. The usual progression if you find each other interesting is a few emails through the site, then emails on regular email, then online chatting, then phone, and then a meeting. Some of the steps are occasionally skipped and of course you can do what feels right to you. Sometimes you get halfway when you realize you're just not interested anymore. It's okay to admit that; no sense in leading someone on, though it's nice to be sensitive in your rejection. Just because it's online doesn't mean people's feelings can't get hurt. It's very important to remember basic safety issues, especially when you get to the meeting stage. A good friend of mine recommends a meeting in a very public place for drinks or coffee (so no meal commitment is made if you hate each other); you should leave the contact information of the person you're meeting with a friend or relative, as well as where and when you're meeting. It's also a good idea to have a safety call during the date to that friend or relative, just to check in. I'm sure this all seems a little extreme, but if you think about it, when you meet someone online, you are trusting that they are who they say they are. But occasionally, they're not, and since there's no way to know up front, it's important to do what you can to protect yourself. Just like meeting at work or through a friend, meeting someone online can lead to a meaningful relationship, a one stand, or a lousy first date. The benefit of meeting online is that you have a chance to get to know each other before you actually "know" each other; the downside is that it's impossible to know for sure if you have chemistry until that first date. It's possible to "click" online and have no spark at all in real life. And it's possible to be only moderately interested online and then be hot for each other in real life. You just never know. My last tip, one I know not everyone will listen to, is to be honest. If you only want a one-night stand or a casual relationship, be honest. Don't' pretend to be looking for a soul mate if you just want sex. There are plenty of people with similar intentions, so there's no need to lie. My profiles always read that I'm looking for something casual, for fun. This is my way of saying that I don't want a lifelong partner, but want to have a good time and enjoy whatever happens. I tend to steer clear of profiles that talk about finding soul mates or wives because I know I can't be that for someone, and I don't want to mislead. Meeting someone online isn't that complicated. Sometimes it works; sometimes it doesn't. But you have a lot better chance if you take the time to create a thoughtful and creative profile. And an even better chance if you take the time to be thoughtful and creative in the way you approach those who interest you. Unlike a bar, you can take your time to come up with just the right thing to say, and I say, take advantage!