My Match with Steph (Part 1)

By duncan s

We met for our underground match in the musky gym, after hours, to use their wrestling mats. I thought it would be an easy match. Steph, with chestnut brown hair tied in a loose pony tail, was a slender 120lbs, 5’5, curvaceous yet toned and with firm DD breasts. She stepped onto the mat wearing only a blue thong, double strapped at the hip where it arched high to accentuate her curves. By comparison my 190lb 5’10 muscled body should have crushed her. I stepped onto the mat wearing a skimpy, high cut silver wrestling g-string, my package barely contained.

For the first five minutes I thought I had her. Wrestling her into a lady-splits (legs pushed apart whilst my abs pressed hard against her stretched groin), then bending her over my shoulder in a breast-and-crotch grip backbreaker, I thought she’d submit. Despite moaning, she refused to yield. I lifted her from the mat after a snap-mare and prepared to apply a breast-grip from behind her.

That’s when I felt her toned butt slam into my crotch. Her butt cheeks seemed to grip around my shaft through the flimsy material of my g-string and suddenly her hands reached to the back of my neck. With a groan of exertion and she dropped her body and I was being tossed straight over her to the mat. I landed hard on my back, arching up in agony. I tried to get up quickly and turn the match back around but before I could get up properly I felt her arm grip around my neck, her hip thrust against my package, and then I was being hip tossed through the air to the mat.

A second time I tried to get up. I was about to stand my full height felt her weight suddenly pressing me back down, keeping me bent over. Then her thighs engulfed my head, allowing me a view of her bulging calfs. I felt her breasts pillow against my back as I was caught in this bent-over position and then her hands lock together under my stomach. I knew what was coming.

“UhhhHHHHHH!” she gasped.

As my body was lifted, the pain shifted from the side of my head to my neck. Inverted, head locked between her thighs, she shifted her hand grip, no longer needing them both – one hand around my abs, the other reached down my g-string and pulled out my erect penis (already peaking over the elastic before she did so). The slight bend in her knees kept me from passing out but as she masturbated me the spasms surged the pain in my neck.

“uuuuhhhnnnn….no please…steph….uhnnnn….i …I submit!!!” I moaned.
“grrrr…not acceptable…..” she hissed back. Surely she couldn’t hold me like this for long, I thought, as my cock threatened to burst into orgasm.

I got my answer. SLAMMMMM! I used my hands to absorb much of the piledriver but the impact still knocked me silly. On the brink of unconsciousness, my cock ready to explode with cum, I felt my body turned onto its back.

“I submit! I submit” I gurgled, slurring my words.
“I heard you the first time” Steph snapped back. “But I am going for a ko honey – ever heard of the Milkmaid’s Facesit?”. To my horror, I had, and I knew I was weak enough that she could pull it off. I tried to get up but she easily stopped me, dropping in the splits over my face, a text-book reverse face-sit. My feet kicked a little, as I started to see spots before my eyes, but even that was short-lived as she reached down and grabbed them, pulling them up into her embrace, folding me up. Her arms wrapped around my midsection, my face still buried under her crotch, and her breasts engulfed my penis. The Milkmaid’s Facesit. She started to gyrate her hips. Each thrust sent me closer to unconsciousness, and tightened her tits rubbing against my throbbing penis. With a final, throaty moan she thrust hard, squeezing my waist with body-breaking intensity. My body spasmed and with a muffled gasp I passed out – the last thing to go through my mind was the intense orgasm as my cum exploded in her cleavage.

I later learned that as she applied her winning thrust that she too had cum. I was off wrestling for 8 weeks due to neck injuries.

Super Trish (Part 2)

Trish turned to face the two approaching hunks, one a blond in a red bikini and the other with dark shaggy hair wearing what could almost pass for a jockstrap. Trish was psyched,still tingling with sexual excitement from her first conquest, who lay dead behind her. One down, two to go, she thoughtconfidently.

The two hunks slowed and began to warily circle her, theirinitial confidence noticeably shaken a bit by Trish's all too easy disposal of their buddy. Trish loved inflicting her arrogant male adversaries with feelings of doubt, loved the conflicted feelings they were forced to endure over the reality that they, powerful men, might be bested by a mere girl in a pair of panties.

But that was the reality, no getting around it. Trish had triumphed over too many men for it to be a fluke. No, it was simple, she was a better fighter than any man, regardless of his power or physique. In a battle of the pussy against the penis, Trish knew for certain that the pussy would prevail.

The blond hunk made his move, arms outstretched, trying to capture her in a bear hug, but she was ready, ducking under his lumbering grasp and jutting her hip into his groin stopping him in his tracks.

The jockstrap hunk was coming up from her other side, anticipation on his face, his bulging cockhead bouncing up and out against his belly. And that's where Trish struck, with a quick whirl and an outstretched leg, her foot sank deep into his stomach and he dropped to his knees before her.

It was over, even if the hunks didn't recognize their inevitable defeat yet. Trish pranced about, debating what her next move should be. The blond hunk was on all fours, grimacing, while the jockstrap guy was still on his knees, clutching his stomach.

She strutted over to the blond and ripped his suit off, admiring his naked muscular backside. Then, slipping her arms under his, she hoisted him up on his knees, his penis trembling, stiff and desperately seeking relief, as it pointed upward in vain.

Trish simultaneously collared him across the throat with one arm, while jerking his left arm up behind his back with her other arm. She tightened her grip and pulled the hunk back against her body, playfully gyrating against him as she ordered him to start jerking his cock.

She laughed and urged the blond hunk to go faster as his fellow hunk slowly made his way to his feet, still hurt from the kick to his gut. The blond was now going at a frenzied pace, his potential ecstasy greater than his pain. He was moaning and groaning, his breath quick and rapid, and then he was almost squealing, as first a glob of cum spurted out, followed by a jet stream arching up and out before landing and staining the sandy beach.

Trish felt the hunk relax in her grasp. She was aware of a pleasant moistness beneath the triangular patch passing as her bikini. It wasn't so much that she felt power, which she did, but more than that she savored the thrill of accomplishment, of once again so completely and successfully besting a so-called "superior man".

But, alas, this was no time for aimless musings. With quick determination, in an almost nonchalant move, she wrenched the hunk's naked cum-stained body back further, twisting his neck with her arm as her knee came up against his back. She heard the telltale crack of his neck and released him, allowing him to drop face down before her as she waited for the shaggy haired hunk to approach.

(To be continued...)

Pin-ups for today (January 26)

Well...after drowning 2 B.O.D.Z Squads she deserves a break.

Super Trish

(this story is submitted by a fan -Thank you very much!)

Trish was hot and she knew it. She was all woman, athletic and attractive, what men called a real babe, but she never cared much what men thought, she was more concerned with getting what she wanted, which she usually didn't have much trouble getting.

At the moment, she was lying on a blanket at the beach in a nice secluded spot, close to the lapping waves of the ocean and in between two sand dunes, not high ones, but high enough to shield her from others. She had removed her top, freeing her firm, rounded breasts, and in truth, the bottom of her bathing suit was more a mini-triangular patch of fabric in the front and a string slipping between the firm cheeks of her ass behind.

Coming upon her, you would think she was asleep, a tantalizing beach Goddess with a body to die for, which was exactly what she wanted. Through a squinted eye, she watched as three hunks appeared on top of the dune to her
left, all three of them with broad chests and bikini briefs passing for bathing suits, their packages beckoning in invitation beneath.

Trish remained motionless as the hunks started down toward her, a dark haired man in yellow briefs in the lead, his cock noticeably straining to burst out. Her trap was working, the three musclemen were being lured perfectly toward her. She was always amazed at how predictable men were, how they were no match for her, either physically or sexually.

The dark haired man was almost upon her, his erection straining against his briefs when Trish sat up and spun around to face him. His mouth opened agape as he stared at her exposed tits, and she smiled, a confident smile of a woman who was in control and knew it.

The man flinched for a second when Trish's hands reached for his suit and began pulling them down, his majestic cock jutting toward her, his two friends stopped in their tracks coming down the dune at the sight. Then, suddenly, the dark haired hunk was flying through the air, Trish pulling him toward her by his falling suit, her knee coming up to greet his throbbing penis as she dropped to her back and he was flipped over her, landing hard on his back.

She stood looking down at the hunk, who was stunned, the wind knocked out of him from the impact of landing so hard. The tip of his erect penis slipped out above the waistband of his suit, pre-cum oozing and glistening across it. Trish was impressed with his physique, his strong, muscular pecs, and rock solid abs, but there was no time to dwell on how she might enjoy his body, especially with the other two hunks bounding down toward her.

Trish finished the hunk quickly, bringing one knee down smack against his throat, crushing his windpipe and killing him instantly. She smiled, as his legs spasmed once and a geyser of male milk squirted out of the head of his cock, spreading out
and across his washboard belly.

To be continued...

Series for today ( January 24 )

Welcome to my fantasy (An Introduction)

There was once a movie that I saw here in the Philippines. Well…the movie was a low-budgeted action flick starred by an unnamed sexy Starlet. It really was a lousy show, but there was this scene that turned me on. The movie was reaching its climax, and one of the scenes was about the heroine attacking the base of her foe. She entered the boss’ bedroom hoping to find her (her enemy was also a woman), but instead saw two of the bad boss’ bodyguards. The guards were two American beef cakes (both are blonds), muscular, and (I really don’t know why) wearing skimpy white bikini briefs. Now the next scene made my panty wet ( I don't know why). She fought both hunks using karate blows and as the fight rages on, her clothes were getting ripped until she was only wearing a scanty white panties. She defeated one of the studs by giving him a karate chops on his large, beefy chest, and the other guy was defeated by a blow on his tight, brawny abs. When both beef-cakes fell in the bed, she kneads beside them and drove her elbow right to their 6-pack abs, thus ending their brief muscle hunk careers. (What a waste...)

What made my groin wet is the sight of those muscle hunks getting all those physical abuses from a lovely babe wearing only her skimpy underwear and both guys are also in their underwear. Sexy, hot bodies nearly nude in a mortal combat with all their glory exposed. The camera shots were beautiful, gliding on every muscles and curves that were getting punched, scratched and kicked.

Another aspect that turned me on in the show was the expressions these guys where showing when their large, hard, sweaty muscles were hit by her punches. Until those guys fell in the bed, they were such dolls!!! The camera shot also revealed that when those guys died, they are having a very bulging hard-on. Maybe their adversary had turned them on and made them hard. I was wondering. Did they die while their hard cock was starting to leak cum? Did the babe agent also get aroused on the fight?

I started dreaming I was that female agent. Wearing nothing more but a pink skimpy panty, I engage in a fight with hunky muscle men wearing only scanty bikini briefs. I can imagine my fist hitting their hard physique. Each blow makes them moan with pain and pleasure. Bodies fell on soft bed for me to inspect. I will kneel next to those conquered bodies, gliding over my hand on those sore muscles. Touching it and massaging them a little. I then notice that those vanquished foes’ bikinis are full of bursting, and some even had some wet spots that start to grow in size…(AHA! So they got hard fighting me! A complement that needs to be rewarded.)

In the Internet, I started looking for some site that I can again explore my fetish. Sometimes I came dissatisfied. Most sites that cater for sexy mixed combats are disappointments. I have seen sensual women defeating little men. Now, I am not against small men, but fighting small, willing men have no challenge at all, and there is no sense of reward. I also saw sites about sexy women over powering fat slobs, thin, sickly looking SOB’s and old coots (Yeah, right…) well for me that is not erotically satisfying. There are good sites about erotic combat like Diana the Valkyrie, Matrock Adventure, Steel Kittens and a host of others, and they offered beautiful women defeating sexy men, but there are only few such sites in the World Wide Web. Then I discovered POSER! I now have the opportunity of creating my own.

WELCOME TO MY FANTASY.

I really don’t know if there are people out there that share my kind of fetish, but I am offering this site for them. I have created my first attempt ( Lethal Ladies in Panty ), but unfortunately, it was INFECTED by a Trojan Virus. So this is my second attempt. 

My site is all about 3D-art works depicting women wearing scanty bikini, panty, tanga or thongs, or in their birthday suits defeating hunks in skimpy briefs or other sexy babes on erotic combat. There are just stories or 3D arts depicting erotic fights scenes or the aftermath of the battle, where the victorious hot babe is enjoying her prize. Please don’t take this wrong, I’m not promoting man-hating, lust for dead bodies (necrophilia) and killing sexy people in scanty underwear. No! This is just afantasy, role-play, erotic stories and art work. By using our imagination, we can easily change the word "dead"or "killed" into "K.O."or "unconscious". 

I prefer body to body fights like wrestling, strangulation by hands, thighs or legs and drowning. That's why I don't depict gory death scenes,decapitations and disembowels. YEP THAT'S RIGHT! No GORE allowed! And no screwing dead people inside their coffins! The graphics are just about depicting sexy bodies in defeat and fantastic erotic battle fantasies and I really don't intend to jazzed a cold corpse (Please!! This is not a NECRO site).

In addition, please, DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME! and IF YOUR JUST A KID (17 below) SCRAM OR I'LL TELL YOUR MOMMIE! 

I sure do hope that my fantasy can entertain you and give you a littlepleasure in bedjust as what that movie did tome.

Hot and in love,

Tasha Morales