The German Ladies

[Wormseye]

It had been a long week for Simon, full of appointments, countless unhelpful and over-protective secretaries and reluctant company managers. Nevertheless Simon was used to it, he had been earning his living as a sales rep for machine tools for some years now and was well aware of the obstacles he had to negotiate in order to make a sale. However, today was Friday and he had booked into a hotel in the centre of Hamburg. He had tried that day to get an appointment with a manager of a local company, but the only free slot he had available was on Saturday morning. Simon didn’t mind as he knew it would be worth his while. He had met the manager at one of the countless trade fairs and had engaged in an interesting conversation with him about his products. The manager had expressed a real interest and was keen on a visit from the sales-rep. Simon had done his homework and had found out that the company had branches throughout Europe and not just in Germany. He considered a business arrangement with this firm to be indeed very lucrative.
Normally on a Friday night he would already be back in the UK, enjoying a few beers down the pub with his mates. However, being a career-orientated person he certainly didn’t want to miss this opportunity of closing a deal. As he had gone over his presentation again and again in his head and was now confident of success, he decided to allow himself a few beers in a nearby pub. Of course, another reason this unexpected stay over in a strange town, didn’t bother him too much was the fact that he had often experienced amorous adventures whilst on such business trips.
He had hardly been in the bar an hour, when he was approached by not one but three women. The three girlfriends, who had been sitting at a table in the corner, suddenly grabbed their drinks and placed themselves next to Simon at the bar. As soon as they sat down, one of the women turned to Simon and said with a pleasant smile, “Hi, you must be new here, haven’t seen you before! my name’s Adrianna!” she said in near-perfect English, “Hi I am Simon.” He replied, returning the smile. Adrianne introduced the other girls and soon they got chatting. Simon could not believe his luck. All three were seriously flirting with him, using every opportunity to touch his leg or arm or brush their breasts against his back as they leant forward to reach for their drinks or to give it other a light. Simon was enjoying this special treatment immensely. The whole time he contemplated which one of these girls he was going to have some fun with tonight back at the hotel. It was going to be a tough and difficult choice, he knew that for sure. All three certainly aroused his interest. They definitely all had the physical assets that Simon looked for in a woman. There was Britta, who was several inches smaller than Simon. She had black wavy hair which nearly covered her eyes but stopped about half-way down her neck. She had a pretty face with delicate features although she was a bit plump.Simon estimated her at about 35. She was wearing blue skin-tight cotton Tshirt which emphasised beautifully her huge 32D cup breasts as well as tight denim jeans, displaying nicely her ample bottom. Next there was Anja, had short blonde hair in a. Her facial features were attractive and to be honest, she had her fantastic figure for a woman in her 40s. Her stretch pants and tight blouse left no doubt about that. Last but by no means least, there was Adrianne. She was about 30 years old, had shoulder length black wavy hair. Her eyes were dark and sultry and her features soft. There was something about her whole appearance that Simon found incredibly arousing. She wore a crinkled blue blouse which was fitted tight around her waist, thus emphasising her above average full rounded breasts. Apart from the figure hugging jeans, she wore sexy jet black boots, a particular favourite of Simons. His thoughts were suddenly broken by Adrianne’s sexy voice as she whispered in his ear, “I bet I know what you are thinking” Simon turned to her bemused. He thought to himself, what she would think if she really knew what he was thinking. “Really, what was I thinking?” He said “You were thinking, which one I am going to have tonight!” Said Adrianne smirking. Simon felt slightly uneased at Adrianne’s apparent ability to read his mind, and his face soon reddened. He began to stutter out a denial, “Nnnoo, I was thinking……” Quickly Adrianne placed a finger to his lips in order to interrupt his protests, “Why chose, when you can have all three of us?” She said with a seductive look on her face. Simon’s heart skipped a beat and he could feel a burning sensation of desire in his loins. He turned around wondering whether the other girls had caught any of this conversation, only to ascertain that judging by their smirking faces that they had indeed heard what Adrianne had just suggested. Before he could give the matter anymore thought, Britta, who was now standing next to him, pushing her magnificent breasts against his arm, said with a twinkle in her eye, “Well, what about it, do you fancy some fun with us?” Simon could feel a tingle in his groin as these words echoed in his head. He began to sweat as his body temperature started to rise.

Ten minutes later, all four of them had left the bar and were walking down the road. Simon had Adrianne and Anja on each arm and Britta followed up closely behind. Adrianne occasionally slipped her hand around Simon’s back and took a good squeeze of his bottom, whilst Anja stroked his inner thigh. After a while Britta took over from Adrianne, linked her arm under his and pressed her large breasts into Simon’s upper limb, at the same time whispering seductively in his ear. “I know where we can go to have some fun and games!” Said Adrianne, taking a puff on her cigarette. “It is a private club and we are members” She added as she looked around at the other women, who were smiling and nodding in agreement. “It’s not far from here!” Said Anja, concurring with Adrianne. Of course Simon didn’t really care where they went. The main thing was that he was going to have his wicked way with all three of them at the same time. And true to their word, they soon arrived at a large building which looked like an old warehouse on the docks. Upon arriving, Adrianne removed the cigarette from her mouth and crushed it into the ground. She then knocked firmly on the door. A big burly bouncer opened the door and the girls promptly ushered Simon into the building. Once inside Simon found himself in a type of cloakroom. All four walked through the space and Anja opened the main doors. Simon’s eyes widened, as he watched the scene unfolding before his very eyes. The warehouse was a open space with a boxing ring in the middle surrounded by a large crowd of men and women. Simon saw that in the ring, a rather buxom woman had a man tightly clamped between her thighs. She had lifted her right foot and was holding him in place with one hand, whilst she pulled on the rope for extra grip, effectively holding the man in a choke hold. Simon could see his face ran blue as the buxom women slowly choked him unconscious as he tried frantically to release himself. Eventually, she realised her grip and let him slump to the floor. Immediately, she flipped him over onto his back and applied a rather painful Boston grab on her much smaller male opponent. Her large ample bottom nearly rested on the unfortunate man’s head as she forced his legs back as far as possible, exerting tremendous amount of pressure on his back. The man’s face was twisted in agony as he frantically slammed the mat in pain. The woman let him suffer a little bit longer before she released her hold. The woman’s victory led to a jubilant cheer from the crowd lining the ring. She got up threw her arms in the air, and walked around the ring enjoying the appreciation of her fans, whilst two other scantily dressed women dragged out her defeated her semi-conscious opponent out of the ring.
What the f…… thought Simon just before Anja and Britta grabbed his arms and bound them swiftly with a tie wrap. Britta promptly punch Simon in the stomach, forcing him to double over. Taking advantage of Simon’s weakened state, Anja pushed him back into a chair and Britta expertly secured his feet to the chair with more tie wraps.
Simon was now positioned so he had a clear view of the ring. A Tall buxom woman was now leaning over the ropes grinning at the guy next to Simon, who had just been untied and was being dragged into the ring. She was introduced by the ref as Edith, as she grabbed the struggling man's arms and pulled him unceremoniously into the ring. It soon got down to business in this rather one-side match as the big blonde, continuously lifted the man and dumped him down hard onto the mat. Once she got bored of that she applied leg lock after leg lock and finally finished him off with a series of breast smothers. Simon's petrified eyes were fixed on this humiliating massacre, panicking about being at the receiving end of this sort of humiliating punishment. Having stretchered the hapless victim out of the ring, Edith placed on her robe and also exited through the ropes.
Adrianne was wearing a dark blue robe and knee-high boots. She slowly started to get into the ring, her gloved hands clasping on the ropes as she climbed through them. Her appearance was greeted by the wild screaming female crowd. Adrianne let her robe drop to the floor and stood there wearing what looked like a leotard over a white T-shirt. One of the women, standing in Adrianne’s corner, indicated for her to raise her arms. She did so and the woman lowered her leotard straps and removed her T-shirt allowing Adrianne’s magnificent breasts to pop out. The woman then put the straps back into place on Adrianne’s shoulder and promptly left the ring. Without hesitation and much to Simon's horror, she paced over to where he was tied up. Leaning on the ropes, she raised her arm and pointed a black boxing glove directly at Simon. His choice was met by cheers and shouts from the spectators. Within moments, Simon was being untied and dragged into the ring.
They both met in the centre of the ring and Simon once again eyed up Adrianne from head to toe. She had a fine figure with beautiful firm melon breasts and long slender legs. As his eyes reached her head he saw Adrianne licking her lips in a slow and provocative manner, seconds before she put up her guard. Simon, who had never boxed in his life, started to panic. Seeing that he was ready to begin, Adrianne started to dance around him, jabbing and punching into the air in front of Simon’s face. Simon just stood there, trying to keep up his guard as tight to his face as possible. Suddenly, Adrianne faked a punch to his groin area. This being a very sensitive part of the body for men, he automatically lowered his guard in order to protect his manhood. Adrianne used the opportunity to slam her right into his face with full force, quickly followed with a short right hook to his stomach. Simon doubled and Adrianne struck another hard left hook. Simon was hardly able to keep his balance as Adrianne knocked him to his knees with a well-placed right uppercut. Simon’s face was sore and after the ringing in his ears receded he could here the excited chants of the crowd. The gravity of the situation was now clear; she really wanted to take him apart. At this point he was feeling mixed emotions of fear, because Adrianne obviously knew her stuff, but also of anger. He was determined to teach this lass a lesson. “If she wants it rough, then she can have it!” Thought Simon to himself as he scrambled to his feet in rage. He immediately threw a few wild punches at Adrianne, which she blocked and dodged with ease. Each time he tried to hit her, she simply manoeuvred at of his reach. Soon the physical exertions took its toll on him and he soon became quite exhausted. Adrianne recognised this fact and pounded him with a series of combinations which sent him reeling into one of the corners, where she dispatched him with a powerful right uppercut which left Simon fall to his knees then face first onto the mat. When he came to, Adrianne was towelling down the sweat from her breasts as she left the ring. Much to Simon’s horror, she was replaced by Anja, who now stood a few yards away from him wearing only her skimpy leopard-skinned panties and pounding her gloved hands together as she smiled over at Simon. Simon was now started to get really worried. If she was as good as Adrianne he was about to get another hiding. He thought for a second about making a run for it, but then realised the other ladies would never allow it. Reluctantly, Simon shakily got to his feet. However, before he could take up a defensive stance, Anja was upon him with a short hard hook to the stomach, making Simon buckle. As he knelt in front of Anja she placed her hands under his armpits and lifted him back to his feet. Once he was in position, she pushed him against the ropes. Where to proceed to right and left hook Simon several times, sending the crowd wild. Simon cowered behind his guard, trying his best to avoid contact with Anja’s fists. Anja, however, expertly struck a short hook which, forced him to the lower his arms. As soon as he did so, she jabbed him full on in the face. Simon, weakened by the beating he had taken from Adrianne, started to feel himself go again and as Anja’s glove connected with once more with his head, the lights went out. Anja then struck a victory pose over Simon’s limp body and relished in the applause she received from the girls. This time, it took a bucket of water for the women to revive Simon. The shock of the cold water, allowed him to forget for a second his aching face. Still rather dazed, he looked around him to try and gather his senses. A look of pure terror soon came upon his face as he saw Britta standing in the ring. He had taking the beating of his life from the other two and now it looked like he was about to be humiliated a third time. Knowing that there was no escape, he slowly got to his feet. As he stood there, hardly able to stand, let alone hold up his guard, Britta looked over to the other ladies, “Next time I am going first! Just look at him! There’s nothing left for me to have my fun with!” She protested. Nevertheless, Britta walked over to where Simon was wobbling on his feet and planted a right hook to his face. The force of which send him reeling to the side. Britta side stepped in order to keep up with him and struck a right uppercut which made his feet leave the mat. As he came down again, he slumped into a pile on the floor. “I don’t believe it, the wimp is out cold!” Complained Britta. “I am definitely going first next time!”
A few moments later, Simon came to with his trousers and pants around his ankles and Anja’s head bobbing up and down slowly as she sucked him back to life. Some of the crowd had got into the ring and were filming close ups of Anja expertly working his shaft with her tongue. A cheer went up as Anja, spat back the blog of Simon’s cream back onto his cock so that she could lap it up again!
Please tell me what you think. I am especially interested in you comments about the characters in my stories.

[kman3uk]

I like the context of the story - would love to see more of the tall buxom woman dominating a smaller guy in the ring - a bit more detail would help in my opinion. Looking forward to reading more...

[Wormseye]

Duly noted, mate.