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I’ve been inspired by Lac to have a go at a story myself. I hope it’s allowed but I’ve borrowed tconcords universe and one of his characters Ms Wallace. The rest, for what it’s worth, is my own work. It’s meant to be the start of a series chronicling my fictional hero’s journey in the SWL. This will depend on my mood and critical reception here. Please let me know if you’d like to see a next instalment. This one maybe a bit too wordy and take too long to get going. I wanted to introduce three female characters and may have overdone it.

I’ve edited this myself so it will undoubtedly contain spelling and grammar errors, obvious plot flaws and continuity errors. Sorry.

The interview

Things weren’t going well for me. No job, no girlfriend and no money! To paraphrase the classic words of the Rembrandt’s - it hadn’t been my day, my month or even my year. To make matters worse after my girlfriend walked out so no-one was ‘there for me’.

My slump had really started a couple of months ago when I lost my job as a software engineer with a large well known tech giant. Who knew it was against company policy to download porn? No one was hiring and I spent more time moping around our rented apartment than looking for a job according to my career minded girlfriend.

After she came home unexpectedly one afternoon and caught me entertaining Mrs Palm and her 5 lovely daughters when I’d promised to be out job hunting it was pretty much over. She officially moved out a week later leaving me with the rent, my clothes and little else to show for our two years together.

The next months rent cleared out my meagre saving account and I was now I arrears and call scanning to avoid my landlord.

After yet another evening of beer, porn and pizza I was half heartedly scanning the net for any sort of job when I came across the following post.

‘Do you welcome adversity? Could you rise to the top in a fast paced competitive environment? Do you have what it takes to succeed? The SWL is looking for people like you. Interested? Please send full personal details including height, weight and a recent photograph to [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]. SWL is an equal opportunities employer and offers a competitive reward and bonus package. No previous experience required as full training provided’

I reread the post and mentally ticked off my answers. No, unlikely and hell no! But I was desperate. Here goes; Age 24, 6ft tall (if I rounded up a bit), 190lbs (when I zeroed my scales to minus 30) and my favourite photo taken 6 years ago which fortuitously matched the age and weight I claimed. After all, if no-one ever ‘massaged’ their CV there’d be no interviews.

I click send and waited. After waiting for a good 30s I cracked open another beer and returned my favourite porn site. It’s hard work this job hunting I deserved a little R&R after all that effort.

A week or so later I was officially down to my last dime. Even the back of the couch and my unwashed trousers at the bottom of the clothes hamper had been exhausted. Time to ask my rich successful sister for a loan. I’d no other option. I opening my email to compose my heart rending tale of woe. But there, near the top of my inbox, between a letter from my long lost cousins’ lawyer who had left a great fortune but need a $1000 to release then funds and Ekaterina from rural Ukraine who wanted to meet sexy men from the US and looked remarkably like a well known supermodel, was a reply from the SWL.

Bound to be another rejection I thought to myself but still opened it in hope rather than expectation.

‘Dear Rich,

Thank you for your interest in the SWL. Ms Wallace has graciously agreed to allow an interview for you. It will be held on Wednesday at 16:30 at our offices. Arrive promptly or the interview will be cancelled and not rescheduled.

Yours faithfully
Katija Kasperova
PA to the CEO

How rude I thought. Followed by oh shit that’s tomorrow. Mental note – when job hunting and broke check your email more than once a week!

Fortunately the address provided was on an industrial complex not far from my apartment. So it shouldn’t be a problem getting there. Given the tissue of lies and falsehoods on my CV a quick bit of internet research wouldn’t go amiss. However, my former friends at Google seemed remarkably poorly informed about the SWL. Assuming it wasn’t the Socialist Workers League, the organisation kept a low media profile.

As there was no chance of loosing 30lbs or 6 years overnight I settled for a celebratory glass of Campari and a bowl of cornflakes. I’d found a bottle my ex had missed on her way out. Happy days!

As expected I found the address with relative ease. Oddly there were no signs advertising the occupants of the nondescript glass fronted offices attached to what was presumably their warehouse or manufacturing unit. But the unit number confirmed I was in the right place.

I entered the reception area. It was the standard cookie cutter reception you’d find repeated in a thousand other offices across the country. Uninspiring grey sofas, out of date magazines, a coffee station and high level reception desk. However, definitely not standard was the receptionist. Long glossy black straight hair framed a beautiful, lightly tanned face. Green almond shaped eyes, high Slavic cheek bones and perfect full lips completed the perfection. Sadly her fabulous looks were slightly spoilt by the disdainful sneer as she looked me up and down.

“I help you?” although from her tone it was clear she didn’t actually want to. She had an accent I couldn’t quite place. Possibly european but I wasn’t quite sure from exactly where.

“My name’s Rich and I’ve an appointment with Ms Wallace at 4:30” I ventured with what I hoped would be a winning smile. It wasn’t! Barely managing to hide her growing contempt she banished me to the sofa.

“You sit there and wait. Ms Suarez is being busy” I was about to point out I’d been scheduled to meet Ms Wallace as English clearly wasn’t her first language with her sexy accent. But strangely I appeared to have become invisible once she’d dismissed me. After standing in front of her desk for 30 seconds I meekly acquiesced and took my seat. What a bitch just because she’s stunning she thinks she can treat me like dirt…

After tapping lightly away at her keyboard for a few seconds she rose gracefully from behind the reception desk. I wish I could say her body let down her face but it didn’t. Her tight sexy body was able to cash all the cheques her face had written. My eyes were drawn down to her long, slim, tanned legs as the heels of her black stilettos tapped towards me. A tight black knee length high waisted skirt complemented her slim hips ending in an impossibly small waist. Her petite top half was encased in a fitted white silk blouse with enough buttons undone to showcase an hint of tanned cleavage impressive on such a slight frame.

“You come now” she ordered, spun on her heel and waited momentarily for me to follow before setting off. If the front view was good; her rear was world class. The seams of her stockings drew my eyes up from her sharply ankles to a perfect, firm, heart shaped ass that took my breath away. The light shimmered off her figure hugging skirt as she purposefully headed for the door from reception. She had to lean forward to tap her key card on lock. It caused her perfect rear to jut out invitingly. It was too much for ‘little Rich’ who involuntarily went to half mast. The door opened onto a brightly lit white corridor.

“You go end door” with that she abruptly let go of the door and quickly returned to the sanctuary of her desk. I had to step smartly through the door before it swung shut and found myself in a white corridor. The floors, wall and ceiling were a sea of unending white with no other decorations to break the monotony, providing a tunnelling effect toward the door at the end. I looked back at the door I’d come through, there was no handle on my side of the door so wIth no other option available I approached the door at the end of the corridor with slight trepidation.

I hesitated in front of the door. Should I knock? Should I wait? At least the semi provided by ‘Ms Rear of the Year’ was subsiding. As I steeled myself to knock the door opened in front of me.

“Adelante, sorry, come in please” suggested a husky but feminine voice. Yet another accent I thought. At least I recognised this one, definitely Latin American. This place is like the United Nations! The United Nation of babes I realised as I met the owner of the voice.

She was a total Latina milf. Tall at maybe 5ft10. Difficult to be precise as she was sporting a pair of white stilettos and fitted white lab coat ending halfway down her olive thighs. I’d estimate she weighed in around 160lbs. Although she had a thick frame and wide sexy hips the majority of the 160 was carried on her jaw dropping rack. Those suckers were the size of my head; straight out of a porno. The sexy doctor ensemble was finished of with a stethoscope casually hung round her neck on the ear pieces. The other end disappeared into her bountiful olive skinned cleavage. A novel way to keep it warm..

Her smiling face was framed by brunette hair with blonde streaks, presently pulled back into businesslike ponytail. One of her perfectly plucked brows was raised quizzically while a smile played across her full pink lips.

“Can I help you?” She asked after realising I was lost for words wrapped up in my admiration of her voluptuous figure.

“My name’s Rich” I mumbled snapped out of my revelry by her question. “ I have a 4:30 with Ms Wallace”. She gave me a look of genuine surprise and opened a folder on her desk. On the top of the folder was my old picture.

“Your younger brother?” she queried seeming unnecessarily angry over one of my white lies.

“I’ve had my hair cut since then” I offered up. Which was true. I’d had my hair cut a few times in the past 6 years.

“Hmm?” Clearly she wasn’t convinced but after a brief hesitation the smile returned to her full glossy lips “ok. We need to do your physical. Undress please, you can put your clothes on the chair”.

I stripped down to my boxers. I won’t lie, her monumental tits had elicited a reaction in ‘little Rich’. Fortunately my boxers were loose fit so the situation was under control at present.

Ms Suarez glanced in from my file. “Completely naked please” as she noticed my boxers.

“Is that really necessary” I whined. Not really wanting the Latina vision to see the effect her bountiful rack had on my dick.

“Trust me Corazón, I’ve seen it all” she smiled “quickly you’re wasting time” she added more forcefully.

I slipped down my boxers and strategically placed my hands clasped in front of my semi hard dick. First came the weigh in. I shuffled over, hands still clasped, and took my place on the scales in the corner. Thunk, the marker slipped embarrassingly to the end. Clearly not the 190 I’d optimistically claimed. Ms Suarez adjusted the scales

“210” she tutted as she amended my file studiously.

“Sentar, sit” she gestured to a chair alongside the desk. My cheeks were red with embarrassment but at least I could hide my semi more effectively while sitting, which despite my ordeal thus far was still alive and well.

Then Ms Suarez proceeded to expertly take blood. Not quite an armful but at least she found some. I thought it’d all be heading towards my burgeoning erection by now. What would be the next indignity?

Ms Suarez perched one firm cheek on the desk taking a position directly in my line of vision. The fitted lab coat tightened over her legs outlining her strong thigh and the curve of her impressive ass. She raised her stethoscope to her ears, although I was more interested in the other end which popped free from the deep valley of her cleavage in a cock stiffening display. She leaned forward bending at the waist and providing a premium view of her magnificent chest.

Her full round boobs were pushed together and the dick hardening display of dusky cleavage continued as she moved the bell of her pleasantly warm stethoscope over my chest. Her lab coat buttons were straining to contain the ‘girls’ and I was struggling to contain my growing erection.

She leaned further forward to listen to my back. I felt the weight of her boobs as they softly rested on my arm. Full mast was inevitable! My cock was instantly hard as iron and I now, quite literally, had my hands full trying to hide my erection.

Suddenly the contact was over. As Ms Suarez turned away and bent over her desk to retrieve something else. What an ass. Wide, full and firm as fuck before tapering back to her slim waist. That wasn’t helping me regain control of my over inflated cock.

“Levántate, stand up please.” She instructed as she turned back. I stood, hands still cupped like a soccer player protecting my groin area.

She glanced up. “Hands by your sides, so we can measure you properly”. Shit, this was it, game over. There was no hiding my shame and my cheeks burned as I moved my arms slowly to my side. My cock sprang out and proudly twitched ram rod straight before me. I couldn’t make eye contact with Ms Suarez and waited for the inevitable storm of outrage.

Nothing. I risked a glance at Ms Suarez to gauge her mood. She gave me a knowing smile and I swear I saw her tongue lick her already moist inviting lips.

“Not bad” she acknowledged before motioning me to lift both arms to horizontal before running her tape measure from fingertip to fingertip to measure my reach. Did I mention I have a big cock? Always have had actually. I was a big hit with the girls in high school who all wanted to see what a thick meaty 9.5 inches looked like. Some wanted to do more than look and I never objected to that either.

Ms Suarez busied herself behind me, slipping the tape under my arms and treating me to another brush with her weighty boobs before measuring my chest. I could clearly feel her bullet hard nipples against my back causing my cock to twitch uncontrollably. When she came back into view somehow another button of her lab coat had come undone and I could almost make our the bottom curve of her awe inspiring bust at the end of easily 10 inches of fleshy cleavage. We made eye contact and she slowly ran her tongue over her lips. A tongue stud was clearly visible as my transfixed eyes followed her tongue in its slow sensual journey. “Just your legs and penis and we’re done” she slightly startled me by breaking the moment. Wait did she say penis?

Gracefully, Ms Suarez dropped to her haunches, leaving her succulent lips inches from my twitching cock. I could feel her warm breath on my helmet. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, I chanted the mantra in my head. Ms Suarez hand bushed against my cock to seat the tape under my balls. I felt a drip of precum leave the tip. Shit I was on a hair trigger, one more touch or jerk could send me over the edge. An eruption now would surely scupper any job prospects.

Fatal mistake, I looked down and into a scene straight out of a porno. Ms Suarez full, glossy lips were pursed, her eyes locked onto my huge cock. The view was framed erotically by her huge tanned hooters heaving just below my cock. Any upward motion would trap my dick between those suckers.

She lightly touched the tip of my cock with her right hand to anchor the tape. That was it! Another drip of precum leaked out as the inevitable eruption began. Her left hand shot out and gripped the base of my cock stopping my ejaculation in its tracks. It was painful but effective.

“We don’t want any accidents quite yet” she smiled knowingly while continuing her grip and measure technique. “You can get dressed now. We’re all done” she advised as she noted my length and girth in her file.

“Wait in the reception until I’ve run your bloods. If they’re all clear you meet Ms Wallace” she dismissed me with a smile once I was dressed again.

The door opened automatically into reception. The stunning receptionist was still at her desk but on the phone. She motioned me towards the sofa with her trademark sneer.

“How big? No! You are joking on me? Thick too!” I could make out snippets of her side of the phone conversation as I sat there trying hard to look like I wasn’t listening intently.

She finished the call and came over to me. Again I marvelled at her sleek, petite, sexy figure. That tight skirt really highlighted her slim, toned legs and hips. “You want some drink big boy?” She asked with a million watt smile. Wow, so she could smile and when she did it made my cock stiffen. Wait did she call me big boy? It was a bit tricky to understand everything with her heavy accent. My ruminations were halted as she asked again “what drink you wanting?”

“May I have a coffee please Miss?” I requested with another one of my winning smiles. This one seemed to work as she beamed back playing with her long dark hair. She then drew my attention to her firm bust as she flicked away an invisible speck before she made her way towards the coffee station. She really did have world class legs and arse. I could just make out the outline of her suspenders against the taught fabric of the skirt. There seemed to be a little more sway to her hips as she sashayed away treating me to another cock stiffening display. I discretely placed my jacket over my lap to hide my quickly tenting trousers. Her arse really was that good.

While making the coffee she accidentally dropped a spoon. Facing away from me she bent down from her tiny waist providing a tantalising glimpse of her stocking tops, slim thighs and firm as fuck ass. Thank goodness for my coat. Even at this distance her ass was almost hypnotic.

As she finished fixing coffee I locked my eyes on the far wall not wanting to get caught staring. I heard rather than saw her come back towards me. “You take” she leaned forward to pass me the cup and saucer. I turned and looked straight up into her firm c-cup boobs. A button or two on her blouse had come open showing off a nice amount of soft tanned skin and lace bra. Clearly there was some issue with buttons at SWL. First Ms Suarez and now the receptionist. The effect of firm tits, model looks and sexy smile was as predictable as the wardrobe malfunctions. My trousers tented to full mast.

“Thank you Miss” I accepted the coffee awkwardly. Try to maintain a position that kept my jacket covering my enormous hard on.

“You call me Katija OK” she continued smoothing her blouse as she straightened. This highlighted her flat stomach and trim waist. “You want cream?” She asked suggestively. Before I could flirt further the phone buzzed and she quickly returned to her station.

“Yes, ,right away” suddenly the european hottie was all business. “Ms Wallace wants you now! Quick, quick”. I jumped up narrowly avoiding spilling scalding coffee. My erection obvious through the huge tent in my trousers. Katija allowed herself a brief knowing smirk before hurrying me across reception to another door. I managed to somehow drape my coat over my arm to hide the outline of my treacherous cock. Katija swiped her card at the door and pushed me through. I’m sure she just grabbed my arse as I careered through the door. I turned to catch her eye but the door was already closing. I was left facing the door.

“Are you going to stand there all day?” a harsh feminine voice questioned. “I have other people to see so don’t waste my time young man” I turned to face the clearly irked speaker and there was Ms Wallace seated behind a large desk at the far end of a comfortably furnished office. Recessed lighting, artworks and a sofa created an office come boudoir vibe. This was the women with my future in her hands. A surprisingly prosaic analysis of the situation as it would transpire.

Ms. Wallace had to be in her late 30s, but still very attractive. She had shoulder length brown hair with bright blue eyes. She had to have at least medium size tits, but they were hidden underneath her business suit.

“Come here” she ordered gesturing to the large rug in front of her desk. The rug ad a deep pile and felt soft underfoot. There was no chair nearby so I assumed I was meant to remain standing. I stood awkwardly for 30 seconds as Ms Wallace silently reviewed my file. “You lied on your application and included a photo that is clearly years old” she stayed bluntly ”why?”

Honesty is always the best policy I thought, especially when you’ve been caught not using it! “I really need a job and” she silenced me with a wave of her elegant hand which caused her boobs to giggle pleasantly. I mentally upgraded my boobage estimate from medium to large.

“Pathetic” her monologue continued as she closed my file and came around her desk to face me. You could tell she kept herself in shape by the way her hourglass figure filled her fitted dark business suit. The sexy business women look was finished by an expensive looking pair of heels. My dick was becoming hard from just the sight of Ms. Wallace. “You do however appear to have one redeeming feature we might be able to work with” her slim fingers reopened my file, her blood red manicured tapping gentle against an unseen line “Free from sexual disease. No long term partner I’d assume?” That’s a bit personal I thought. She was now facing me about two feet in front of me. I have to admit though stunning, I found Ms Wallace slightly intimidating. “Let’s see it” she ordered curtly “trousers down!”

Normally I would be happy to comply to this type of request from complete milf like Ms Wallace. But after the last hour of probing and teasing I’d had enough. Time to grow a pair. “Look” I shouted raising my voice to ensure she took notice. “I know I lied on my form, I know I’ve got a big cock. But unless someone can tell me what the hell that has to do with your job I’m out of here and you can stick your competitive package!” That told her, she might be a fit sexy milf but I still had my dignity, just.

A look of fierce anger flashed across Ms Wallace piercing blue eyes. Then she broke into a disarmingly sexy smile. “I’m so sorry” she apologised. “The SWL is an acronym for Sex Wrestling League. We’re looking for new wrestlers and with your particular attributes you might just fit the bill nicely”. It felt so much better now she’d dropped the bitchy attitude.

Ms Wallace closed the gap between us and placed her hand gently on my shoulders as she drew closer. “So” she whispered softly, soft lips brushing against my ear “would you like me to continue your interview” she purred. The combination of her perfume and hot breath against my ear and neck was threatening to overwhelm my senses. My stiff cock was pressed against Ms Wallace’s flat hard belly as she drew closer. Subtle undulations allowed her to rub lightly against my stiff dick. “I think we have our answer” another breathy whisper assaulted my muddled senses.

“Yes” I murmured. I was not a multitasker and was unable to cope with the sexual assault from Ms Wallace on my neck and dick while concentrating fully on our conversation.

I felt Ms Wallace pull slightly away releasing the my dick from the ministrations of her firm midriff. “One thing though” she breathed.

Thud, her hard knee shot up burying itself just beneath my solar plexus. “Don’t ever raise your voice to me again!” She punctuated each word with a hard knee to the same spot 8 times. I was struggling for air, gagging and bent double with the searing pain. Ms Wallace shifted her weight and whipped up her other knee to my head. She held the pose as my head jerked sickeningly up and then came back to rest on her elegant but strong thigh. After a second she brought her leg down and without its support I crashed to the ground face first at her feet.

She moved to my side and delivered a series of short debilitating kicks to my right arm made more painful by her viciously pointed heels. She flipped me over onto my back with her foot. God she had strong legs. A few vicious kicks to my other arm left it in a similar state. Ms Wallace was systematically dismantling me without breaking sweat.

In my woozy, oxygen deprived state I looked up to see Ms Wallace gracefully step across my body, straddling me and providing a primo worms eye view of her strong feminine legs, stockings tops and panties. Despite my condition I stupidly smiled at the amazing sexy view. Impossibly, Ms Wallace had somehow recovered my file and was making notes! “Let’s see how you stand up to some basic techniques?” I didn’t like the sound of that as she regarded me over her large breasts with an inquisitive look that somehow reminded me of kid before they squish a bug.

She dropped onto her haunches without breaking eye contact. Smirking as her firm ass hit my gut forcing out what little air I’d managed to gasp down after her first attack. She repeated the move three more times, each butt slam was rewarded with a cough of air and grimace of pain from my tortured body.

She seemed satisfied and noted this in my file. Ms Wallace swivelled on my torso to face my unprotected dick. Amazingly despite my predicament I noticed the deep split up the back of her skirt explaining the range of motion that allowed her to destroy me with her knees.

Ms Wallace’s hands expertly undid my trousers, sliding them down to my knees where she tightly refastened my belt effectively immobilising my legs whilst allowing unfettered access to my rock hard fat dick. It was the only part of my body that apparently was still functioning normally. Even Ms Wallace paused for a moment to take it in before continuing her assault.

She grasped the base of my cock firmly in the ‘O’ between her thumb and fingers and began long hard strokes up and down the length. I was somewhere between heaven and hell. Bits of me hurt like hell but there was no denying the heaven of her strong hand on my dick. I couldn’t last long in her expert grip. My cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. My hips involuntary bucked against her dominating hand as I neared eruption. She threw in a little twist of her wrist at the top of the upstroke treating my helmet to an extra pleasurable sensation. My balls boiled and started to twitch.

Ms Wallace shot out her other hand and used a firm grip at the base of my cock to prevent my orgasm. She used exactly the same technique as Ms Suarez. Did they teach this at the WSL or is it something all milfs know instinctively?

“This interview is over when I decide and not before” she admonished slapping my hard dick from side to side with her spare hand as she maintained her denial grip. After a few minutes she seemed to decide I was ready for further punishment. She shuffled her skirt clad arse back up my body and clamped her panty clad pussy over my mouth straightened her back and clenched my nose in her strong meaty butt crack instantly cutting off my air. Her knees clamped my still useless arms by my sides. This seemed like an unnecessary precaution as I was still in no position to fight back. I did wonder about biting but as quickly as thought entered my mind the world faded to black as I went out like a light.

I awoke to find Ms Wallace standing over me. Once she was sure I was awake she again delivered a fresh series of those punishing kicks to my arms ensuring I wouldn’t fight back. She straddled me and delivered a trademark butt slam. This time she was facing my feet and I had time to marvel at her full hips and feline grace before the inevitable pain. My dick was still hard and this time Ms Wallace experimented with palming just the head as she relentlessly teased me towards ejaculation.

I’d never experienced anything quite like it. In my weakened state I can’t have lasted longer than 30 seconds before my weeping precum and twitching dick warned of eruption. Again Ms Wallace used her patented grip. I really couldn’t take much more of this, my blue balls would rupture if I didn’t cum soon.

Again Ms Wallace gracefully swivelled on my prone torso. This time she trapped my aching dick between my stomach and her panty covered pussy. She rocked her hips causing her skirt to ride up further and displaying my purple head sliding in and out beneath her electric blue silk panties. It was almost hypnotic and a sight that would have got me instantly hard if I wasn’t already.

Ms Wallace smirked as she unbuttoned her suit jacket and pulled it apart. She wasn't wearing a shirt or bra underneath. Her big boobs sprung free, standing proud for me to ogle. It clearly wasn’t the first time she’d taken away a victims remaining resistance with the sight of her magnificent tits. I couldn’t think clearly, they were awe inspiring. Ms Wallace languidly raised her arms above her head. Her tits were definitely large and I was right to upgrade my earlier assessment. With an impressive display of core strength she bent gracefully from the waist until her huge tits we’re positioned over my head. Still mesmerised by the show I didn’t move. My cock had popped out free her teasing pussy rub as she moved forward. Lateral shifts of her shoulders caused her heavy tit flesh to smack my head from side to side. Erotic but as she continued to speed up and drop lower surprisingly painful. She continued to tit slap me contentedly as I began to feel groggy from the sheer weight and volume of her tits.

Eventually she mercifully stopped. I was in pieces. After a few seconds scrutiny Ms Wallace dropped her left shoulder pancaking her full round jug over my nose and mouth. Her sparkling blue eyes bore down into mine challenging me to fight back. I hadn’t anything left and my eyes began to roll over as the lack of oxygen took hold. Ms Wallace raised her shoulder allowing me a few breaths of reviving air. The debilitating tit slaps began again. She must have tits of iron.

After a suitable period of tit domination Ms Wallace raised her torso leaving me dazed but functional. “Pathetic” she observed coldly resuming her seat on my belly. “You wouldn’t last 5 minutes with one of my girls in the ring”. She glanced behind her at my still erect pole.

“But” she mused “it would be a shame to waste this big cock. Our female patrons would pay good money to see this destroyed”. After a few seconds deliberation she appeared to reach a decision.
She slid back on her knees and raised her hips. Deftly slipping her panties to one side she exposed her moist hairless pussy. She grasped the base of my dick and ran my bloated head up and down her hot wet slit. The precum fountain started again. Then with a cruel smile Ms Wallace inserted the head of my hard cock in her pussy and drove down. Impaling herself till her ass hit my balls forcefully. She strong muscles squeezed around my dick enveloping me to the hilt in her surprisingly tight pussy. Two more hard stokes was all it took as I erupted wad after wad of my cum into her gripping gash. “Pathetic” she repeated as she raised herself up to stand over me. My over stimulated cock continued to spunk rope after rope of cum onto my belly where it mixed with the cum dripping from Ms Wallace’s snatch as she stood over me completing her notes. That damm file.

“Report back here for training at 8:30 sharp tomorrow” She disdainfully ordered “now get dressed and get out of my sight before I change my mind” she added as she stepped over my prone disheveled body. “You’ve a month to prove yourself” with that she dismissed me.

I pulled my battered body from the floor and somehow found the strength to dress and bolt for the door before she changed her mind. I couldn’t make eye contact with Katija, who was still at her station as I scurried across reception heading for freedom. “See you in morning.” She called playfully.

I was never coming back. Crazy bitches the lot of them. Who did they think they were with their sexy bodies making me hard as a rock. Now they were going to pay me cold hard cash to spend more time with hot sexy babes. Fuck them. At the bus stop I paused to check the timetable. If I took the 7:45 I could be there before 8:30…

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Love it, and look forward to seeing where you go with it. Definitely put me down for wanting a next installment.
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Please mate, you never have to apologise for a long story if it is written with such detail and clear enjoyment of the subject matter. All of the women were gorgeous in their own way, both physically and in their personalities, too. I would love to read more and get an insight into the next month of Rich 'proving himself'.

Thank you for writing this great introduction for us.
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I love the scenario so far cant wait to see the first match!
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Training Day

I really didn’t sleep well the night after my interview with Ms Wallace. I woke early, in a hot sweat, from a troubled dream where I’d been hunted down and tit smothered and scissored repeatedly by a milf. Wait was that a dream or just yesterday. I set about relieving my morning wood before I set off for my new job.

Today I was to start my months contract with the SWL as one of the male talent although after my interview victim was probably more accurate. Given my perilous financial situation I’d decided to take up Ms Wallace’s offer. I wonder if I could get an advance?

I wasn’t really looking forward to spending my morning with some sweaty muscle bound male instructor but I was broke and needs must.

I polished off the last of the cornflakes and set off for the offices. If I was lucky I might bump into the sexy receptionist again. Kathy or Katie I think her name was or something like that. Didn’t matter, she was a babe and after a poor start she seemed to like me.

A short bus journey later I was back in front of the anonymous office where, let’s not gloss over it, I was dismantled yesterday by a stunning milf businesswoman. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure about my decision. I’d almost convinced myself head home when I felt a small, strong hand grab my arse and squeeze. “Morning big boy! You keen. You early” a familiar accent sounded behind me. I turned to find the beautiful receptionist from yesterday standing there with a beaming smile. God she was sexy! This morning her black hair was braided on either side of head providing a sexy teen look, although she had to be in her early 20s. Her stunning figure was covered by a thigh length coat, its belt knotted to display her tiny waist. Instead of yesterday’s heels she wore a pair of grey and pink trainers. Three quarters of her slim, smooth, tanned legs were displayed before the coat started.

“We go in. Yes?” she continued as she locked her arm through mine and steered me towards to door. I could feel the firm side of her breast against my arm as we walked. Before I knew it we were in reception. “Wait now” and she disappeared off through a door behind her desk.

She returned with my file and and a multi page document. “You sign then train” she stated passing me the document and a pen.

“Do you mind if I read this through?” I queried “what’s it for?”

“You sign now” she suggested.

“No” I was more forceful “I’ll read it first” I was ready for another objection but she shrugged and fired off another blast of her cock hardening smile.

As I sat on the reception sofa Katija, that was her name not Kathy, slipped off her coat. Unveiling a tiny pair of Lycra bootie shorts and matching pink and grey sports bra. Wow I thought momentarily distracted from my reading. She stretched her arms above her head displaying her flat toned belly with more than a hint of abs. The stretch caused her firm chest to push out pleasingly from her slim frame.

I absentmindedly turned the page, watching her while glancing at what was clearly some sort of contract. ‘The wrestler waives any legal redress for injuries suffered as….’ Katija began a series of warm up stretches, first twisting from her shoulders she flexed her torso from side to side encouraging my eyes to follow her firm tits as they quivered pleasingly from the lateral movement.

I flicked through another page mainly for show as I was transfixed by her amazing body. She sunk gracefully to the floor into a sitting side splits. Her slim shapely legs almost at right angles to her body and parallel to her shoulders drawing her booty shorts tightly enough across her groin to clearly outline a camel toe. I became acutely aware of the involuntary but growing issue in my pants. Concentrate and read the contract!

What could this minx do in the sack with that level of flexibility? My mind was invaded by pleasurable thought of Katija, without the shorts, dropping her pussy deep onto my dick while maintaining the splits. The mental image did nothing to lessen my burgeoning erection or increase my understanding of the contract. I turned two pages together without noticing or caring. What would Katija do next. The ass, please let it be the ass!

She gracefully rotated her legs 90 degrees and clasped her ankles bending forward to squish her chest against her knees flexing her neck upwards to look me straight in the eye and show off some tanned cleavage. She batted her thick long lashed green eyes and a knowing smirk spread across her luscious lips. Gotcha! She’d caught me watching her sensual stretching show. Slightly flustered I pretended to study the document intently, mimicking rereading an earlier page for show.

Katija now smoothly transitioned to a cross legged meditation pose. She closed her eyes and raised her arms. I glanced briefly across. Now her eyes were closed I could examine every inch of her delectably sexy body with impunity. My eyes were magnetically drawn back to her tiny shorts. Her pose pushed apart her smooth thighs with the Lycra clearly outing every fold of her cute pussy. My leer moved up to her strong but feminine abs then on to her firm breasts with two sizeable nipple bumps now on display through her sports bra. Up her slender neck to her gorgeous face framed by her black shimmering hair. Full mast down below, the contract momentarily forgotten.

As her eyelids slowly opened my eyes darted back to the paperwork. A victimless crime. I congratulated myself on not being caught staring. “You want to talk someone?” asked Katija quizzically noticing my open mouth. I hadn’t realised she had made me literally rather than figuratively open mouthed with her routine. “You finish reading and sign” she stated rather than asked.

“Almost” I mumbled sheepishly. Secretly pleased that at least I hadn’t involuntary drooled during my slack jawed ogle.

“You very happy today” she nodded at my tented trousers. Shit, I’d forgotten to use the coat on lap trick. She sidled over behind the sofa and lent over me enveloping me with her light feminine perfume and breathed into my ear. “You sign now”. I hurriedly scribbled my signature in the appropriate spot. “And there too” Katija lent further forward to indicate another page with her Long French polished nail and slim finger. The caused her firm breast to press into my neck. I’d have signed anything at that point!

“Good boy” she cooed and removed the contract from my slack fingers. She loosely replaced her coat, her body having done it’s distracting work, and neatly filed my contact with my other papers.

“You get ready to training” she smiled beckoning me to follow her. She led me down a corridor leading to a medium sized well lit room. The floor was covered with gym mats and one wall with floor to ceiling mirrors.

In the corner was a stool with a neatly folded pair of athletic shorts. “You get changed and warming up” she advised “training starting now”. With that she left me. Under the athletic shorts was a brief note outlining the rules of the SWL.

‘Basic wrestling rules apply. There are no closed fists at any time. No attack to sexual organs. So don't worry, a girl isn't going to kick you in your nuts. You must win a two of three falls. One fall has to be by pin or submission. Pin is 3 count for female pinning male and 5 count for male pinning female. Submission can be verbal or by tapping the mat repeatedly very quickly. The second fall must be won by forcing an orgasm out of the opposite sex. It is always the ref's decision whether or not a wrestler has been brought to orgasm.’


I looked up to see Katija leaning against the door frame. Her bitch face had replaced the smile of earlier. “Why you no ready” she scolded. “Training is now! The girls here use you to wipe their arse” she had a poetic turn of phrase with her broken English. “They pin you you loses, they get you in their tits you loses. They blow you you loses. They fuck you you loses. Ms Wallace say you not last 30s in fucking handjob” she chided. “You train or you fucked” was her stark assessment of my current situation.

She stalked towards me. She dropped her coat revealing her tight body and turned to give me a free view of her fabulous ass. As I was monetarily distracted by the shorts clinging to her firm ass her leg suddenly shot back in a mule kick smashing me into the wall. She pivoted on one leg and delivered a devastatingly accurate spinning kick to my head. I slumped down the wall. She pulled my shirt up over my shoulders trapping my arms ice hockey style. After delivering a couple of standing kicks to my stomach she pulled off my trousers and underwear to leave me naked. I couldn’t see from under my shirt but I felt as she pulled something up over my feet, knees and thighs. She wedgie’d me to my feet and removed my shirt freeing my arms and restoring my vision.

I was propped against the wall in the athletic shorts. “See I help you get dressed” she smiled as I felt my aching jaw. “That is easy bit. Ms Wallace like you. She tell me I be your trainer” she explained.

“What?” I raised my voice to cover my embarrassment at how easily she had woman-handled me. “In a fair fight I could take you or Ms Wallace. I’ve just been caught by cheap shots” I boasted.

“You think you take me Big Boy? I make you cum in 60s then you do training like I say. OK?” She challenged.

“What if I win?” I asked.

“Ha! You no win Big Boy” Katija burst out laughing leaving me a little nervous given her confidence. “You win you get lick my tits!”

I wasn’t very good at trash talking but I had wrestled a bit in high school. Clearly with my height and weight advantage I should be able to handle Katija reasonably easily in a fair match.

“One, two, three” she counted as we circled each other. Presumably the minute had begun. Katija feinted towards my left arm. I swayed back to intending to counter a with headlock as Katija smartly changed levels and swept out my legs. Almost before I hit the mat she was behind me locking a sleeper hold with a figure four leg lock around my waist.

“Seven, eight, nine” I could barely hear her now as I slipped into semi consciousness. In a fog Katija slipped quickly round my body to reverse head scissor me. Her warm thighs wrapped my neck as she pulled my head towards her perfect butt. Perfect and as it turned out hard too. My face was pressed hard into a fleshy wall. Meantime she was busy snaking her hand into my shorts. .

“Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three” her skilled hands easily stroked me to full hardness as she mercilessly delivered a quick fire premium quality handjob. As her hand relentlessly pumped my dick the precum was already in full flow. This girl was a pro and this wasn’t her first rodeo. I might not make 30s.

Suddenly she stopped and pulsed a strong squeeze through her thighs. I thought my head was going to pop off my shoulders. She raised her hips yanking me into a sitting position. I pawed ineffectively at her legs but there was no way I could break her fleshy prison as she scissored my neck remorselessly.

Thirty three, thirty four” the metronomic count suddenly stopped as she plunged her luscious mouth onto my stiff cock. Incredibly she was able to take my almost 10” meaty cock down to the base. She clearly had no gag reflex! Her tongue worked my shaft relentlessly as it flicked and teased my head before again sinking down to engulf my full length.

My arms fell away from her legs as my body was unable to multi task as she continued her oral destruction of my dick. I glanced at the mirror to be greeted by the erotic sight of her tanned tight body controlling my seated form. Her tight abs flexed as she used her core strength to bob up and down on my shaft.

My cock and balls were twitching uncontrollably under her skilled ministrations. She pulled back her head and her lips left my head with an faintly audible pop. “Fifty three, fifty four” her countdown resumed. 6s to go. Suddenly I had hope if I could last a few more seconds I’d win technically. Two quick rubs from her skilled hand were all it took and I began to spurt uncontrollably.

“Fifty six, you cum, you loses” even her accent couldn’t hide the smugness in her voice. “I make you come in 30s but it too much fun so I make you last” she boasted while she released my head and I flopped spent on the mat.

“You know shit but I teach” she continued retrieving a towel to wipe my spunk off her hands. She ungraciously threw the towel in my face after she finished. “Clean up. You need big training”.

Clearly she was right. I wasn’t going to last long against the female roster of the SWL if they were half as skilled and sexy as Katija.

“So what’s the plan?” I ventured hesitantly although I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.

“Today we work on stretch muscles” she ordered firmly. “Tomorrow I show you holds, then defence, then you learn how to lick pussy and fuck good.”

“Lick pussy and fuck?” I queried.

“You no eat pussy good you lose. You no fuck good you lose.” She stated categorically. “No worry, I teach you good” she added smiling.

Katija trained me for five days solid. She helped show me various holds and techniques which she insisted we practice time over time until she was happy I was at least proficient.

Each morning started with the same routine. Katija would get me hard, kick my ass and leave me a cum covered mess on the mat. The rest of the day would be spent learning and repeating what Katija wanted to teach me that day. Katija clearly owned an unending supply of tight booty shorts and sports bras. Each day, despite the humiliation of being dominated by a gorgeous, sadistic, sexual young woman, I came back for more.

I particularly enjoyed the pussy eating session. Although I went home with a jaw that felt like it had been dislocated and a raw tongue, Katija’s cute hairless pussy looked non the worse for wear. I’m pretty sure at one point I made her cum, which was a small moral victory, although she cover it up by scissoring my neck and putting me out like a light.

Fucking was the best day yet! Even Katija had to admit with all the amount of times I’d cum over the last few days my staying power had improved. On the final fuck session of the day as my thick dick jack hammered in and out of her tight wet pussy she came with a shattering orgasm. Few squirts of girl cum coated my shaft and balls and I came immediately. But she came first!!!

“I did it” I shouted in triumph “You came before me. I win you lose, my dick is king!” I might have laid it on a bit thick after my first hint of success.

“Good job Big Boy” Katija acknowledged. She was still kneeling on the mat with her ass in the air and her elbows on the mat. The sight of my cum dripping from her cute gash was keeping me hard.

Katija composed herself and regained her feet. “You make me squirt. You fucked me good. Tomorrow we fuck in arse.” With that she delivered two lightening kicks to my gut before putting my lights out with a single shattering kick to the head.

As I came to she was bending over to recover today’s booty shorts that had been discarded during our last fuck. This view of Katija rarely failed to excite little rich. “You awake, you remember who’s teacher” she said flatly. My struggle up onto wobbly legs hopefully convincing her she’d made her point.

At that moment Ms Wallace entered the training room. She was dressed in her own workout outfit. A light sheen of perspiration made her tight but voluptuous physique look even more impressive and sexy. Her hair was pulled back into a no nonsense ponytail. She looked me up and down, briefly stopping at my cock before making eye contact.

I assumed the fighting stance Katija has taught me. No way was I getting sucker punched this time. Ms Wallace smirked and turned to Katija.

“I’ve arranged a match for your boy tomorrow night. He’ll go up against Cal Gal in the prelims. Is he ready?” She queried. Although I was standing there in the same room naked with a massive erection it was through I had ceased to exist.

“He get better but he no champ yet” was Katija depressing assessment.

“Do what you can” consoled Ms Wallace “ I know there’s not much to work with but I’m counting on you”. With that she left. I sneaked a good look at her heart shaped rear as she passed through the door. Still cock stiffening. Check!

“So who is Cal Gal?” I asked “what are my chances?”

“She not top class girl” responded Katija. “But you no win”. Great motivational speech coach I thought.

“She get you with her tits, you loses” she explained. “You fuck or eat her pussy, you loses. You wrestle her, you loses. But maybe there one way” she ruminated. “She got tight ass. Maybe you fuck her arse you got chance.”

So tomorrow was my rookie debut. Anal or lose. What had I got myself into…

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My posting faux pas means I’ve finished the first bout. This one took a couple of days. They’ll be all the usual mistakes but I got a kick out of writing it and hope you enjoy it too. Suggestions, comments and criticism always appreciated.

Big Boy vs Cal Gal

Today was the day! I’d been up for a few hours and done some mundane domestic stuff. The small advance from the SWL had allowed me to add some other staples to my diet of water and cornflakes. I was still avoiding my landlord. Well landlady as it happens but either way I couldn’t raise the rent. My dick was another matter. I’d already bashed two loads out to my mental images of Katija and Ms Wallace. I had plenty of material and didn’t want to go into my rookie match with blue balls.

Eventually it was time to go. The short bus ride to the unassuming SWL building was uneventful. Although I did wonder if any of the passengers would be in the audience. As I approached the building I was intercepted by the beautiful Katija. She’d clearly been waiting. She was back in her reception outfit. The cooler than average weather leaving her with pleasantly stiff nipples clearly defined against her fitted silk blouse.

“Hey Big Boy. Not the front. You go in with staff now” she informed as she led me towards the rear of the building. We entered through a security door and went into a small private changing area. Posted at the door was a buff Security Guard. Katija paused to rub his bulging biceps with one hand while the other massaged his cock through his trousers. After a few seconds she seemed satisfied planted a knee trembling kiss on his lips and left him standing there tented as she entered the room.

“Boyfriend?” I inquired. To be honest I was a bit jealous.

“Ha! No I just fuck with him” Katija exploded with a snort of laughter. “He there to protect you. Stop the girls fucking you up before the ring. Some girls they much horny. They hear you Big Boy they want fuck you up. If you me no train I fuck you up now too”

“Well..” I ventured not wanting to turn down the potential offer of a chance at the fit as fuck Katija’s pussy.

“No chances Big Boy” she said firmly “I not rev you up for Cal Gal. You win tonight and maybe I fuck you hard as prize”. There was the motivation I needed.

Katija provided my ring outfit that consisted of a pair of sparkly european speedos with the words big and boy on the respective ass cheeks. The number 10 was on the front.

“You know I’m only really 9.5 inches” I tried to make conversation with Katija who as the match approached had regressed to a non communicative sullen state. .

“These girls pros” she spat. “ You no focus they make you 10 before you cum” with that she stalked off leaving me to prepare in silence.

There was a knock at the door. I opened it and came face to face with two petite gorgeous Asian girls. Both were identically dressed in strappy heels, minuscule orange bikini bottoms and matching orange bikini top that has been constructed from postage stamps and dental floss. The tiny garment did nothing to hide the pleasing curve of their medium sized tits. Their long silky jet black hair framed their petite oriental faces. The orange beautifully set off against their brown skin. Had one of my many shots to the head finally done some damage? Was I seeing double?

“I’m Si and this” the left hand girl introduced herself “is Am” the right hand girl finished her sentence. “We’re here for your ring walk” they chimed melodiously in unison. Flanked by the Si and Am I entered the arena. Big Boy by Sparks blared out on the pa. Nice touch. The girls held the toes as I ducked into the ring. The followed me gracefully completing their job as ring eye candy.

“Ladies and gentlemen, presenting tonight on his SWL debut give it up for the Big Boy!” Inraised my hands and waved to the modest crowd. There was a smattering of applause. Clearly I wasn’t the main event.

My music stopped and the ring lights went out. Immediately I felt a small hand grab my dick and start to rub it through my speedo. In unison another hand snaked through my legs and began to massaged my balls. Firm breasts pressed against my back pushing me forward into the hard tits in-front of me. Their skilled hands had now extracted my hard dick and both hands were sliding up and down my tortured shaft with blurring speed.

“Cal Gal asked us” one twin whispered in my right ear. “To say hello. You like?” The other one finished the sentence in my left.

A single spotlight illuminated the ramp. “And now with an SWL record of 5-3 please welcome to the ring the Cal Gal” the announcer whipped up the crowd. I was vaguely aware of a much bigger cheer than mine as an archetypal blonde fitness model stepped onto the runway. The Beech Boys Californian Girls was belting out on the pa.

I could already make out her strongly muscled legs and firm abs at this distance, but it was her huge inflated tits that really caught my attention. They were massive, imposing and obviously fake. Got to be double G. I was normally a pretty good judge having watched a lot of porn. The spot light followed her as she made her way cockily towards the ring. Her firm legs muscles flexed, glistening in the light with a light sheen of oil. If it hadn’t been for the twins already working on my cock I would have got hard just watching her strut her stuff.

On the ring apron Cal Gal paused and hand bra’d her massive tits for the crowd. Cheers and whoops greeted her display. She placed one powerful leg gracefully between the top and middle rope then bent gracefully from the waist to slip her torso between the ropes. I was amazed her massive jugs fitted. She made sure to provide good view of her ass with the thin string of her bikini bottoms pulled tight between the lips of her hairless pussy. My precum coated the twins hands as my balls began to boil.

As the lights went up the twins abruptly ceased their sneak attack leaving me on the edge. “I think he” started twin a “liked the way we say hi” finished twin b. They kissed me simultaneously one on each cheek and slipped out of the ring.

I stumbled to the middle of the ring in a haze. The referee repeated the rules. “You hard for me already Big Boy. How fortunate” Cal Gal had a sexy valley girl voice, obviously. “You lie down and my girls will treat you real nice” She cupped together her massive rack, thumb and forefinger pulling and squeezing her stubby nipples hard. My cock jerked leaking more precum. “Good to see you’re ready for them” she quipped nodding down to my solid cock the twins had left standing proud. I glanced down and hurriedly stuffed my slick dick back into my speedos. The bell sounded and Cal Gal strutted to the middle of the ring pirouetted and bent from the hips. My dick twitched at another sight of her g-string pulled deeply into her pretty pussy lips. I wasn’t sure whether to approach or not. It’s got to be a trick but her pussy looked so inviting. She parted her legs and slid her finger lasciviously over her slit the finger glistening with moisture.

“Come on Big Boy have a closer look. You know want to” she encouraged. “Why fight it? I can make you feel real good or I can hurt you real bad. What’s it going to be?” Her moist finger beckoned me from between her legs. My last shred of resolve snapped as I moved close behind her. My hands locked on to her strong sexy butt squeezing and kneading her glorious flesh. “That feels soooo good” she groaned encouragingly “go on stick that hard cock in my pussy and fuck me till I cum” this was easy, in this position I could control her and make her cum like I had Katija. First fall for the rookie.

I slid my meaty clock from my speedo’s and pulled aside her bikini thong. My bloated head felt the resistance of her tight pussy lips before I impaled her with my rod. She was tight and wet but despite my arousal I was pretty sure I could fuck her into submission.

“Sucker” she sneered as her arms shot between her legs and I felt my ankles yanked forcefully between her legs. My butt hit the ground with a thud quickly followed by my head in a jarring impact with the floor. Cal Gal was perfectly position for a butt drop which she executed with laser like precision. Her muscled arse driving the air out of my lungs. She raised up and I steeled myself for another drop. Without releasing her hold on my ankles she scooted round my body lifting my legs and then forcing them back towards my head. Trapping me with her weight while bending me double. My feet were now touching my shoulders and my back was on fire. I didn’t bend that far so my butt raised off the floor.

“What’s up sugar?” Cal Gal taunted “did you think your big cock could beat me” she nodded at my cock that was now sticking out proudly from between my immobilised legs. She licked her pouty lips. “I could blow your mind” she mused “but I promised to introduce you to my girls”. If she let my legs go I’d scissor her and break the hold. I tensed waiting for my chance.

Cal Girl smiled and suddenly shifted her torso forward and then back. Neatly trapping my bloated cock under her bikini strap firmly between her massive tits. She pushed her elbows inwards squishing her hard tits together to anchor my dick.

“Look no hands” she laughed as she started to undulate up and down on my cock already slick with my precum and her juices. “Now you see him. Now you don’t” She chanted as my big cock was swallowed up by her massive hard tits. I made eye contact as she dominated my cock. She was clearly getting off humiliating me.

My balls started to boil as she quickly tit fucked me professionally past the point of no return. “Five, four, three, two, one, blast off!” Cal Gal counted me down and I exploded into her gaping cleavage.

“The winner by titfuck in two minutes 30s… Cal Gal”. As she rose my defeated cock slapped back against my stomach still dribbling a last few spurt of cum. I rose trying to stretch out my painful back. As I rested in the corner Cal Gal parades round the ring. Her round fake globes still slick with my cum. As the referee leaned out of the ring to consult the time keeper she swiftly pushed me into a corner and anchored my head between her spunky tits with her powerful arms.

“Ref foul” I cried but her big jugs muffled my voice. Her arms pushed her tits harder against the sides of my head both smothering and crushing me at the same time. Her powerful jugs were destroying me and there was nothing I could do to stop her. She was too expert and her tits were too big to resist.

The ref came to my rescue and on threat of disqualification Cal Gal reluctantly released my red wheezing cum covered head. My two minutes rest were almost over and I needed some quick offence or the match would be too.

The bell rang Cal Gal took the centre of the ring. This time she remained facing me as her arms snaked behind her back undoing her top. The top sprung up, released from the considerable weight of her massive melons.

“Well” was all she need to say. They were amazing. Round full hard nipples pointed skyward. She hefted one massive tit to her mouth and sucked the nipple until she released it with a pop. I was hard as a rock and she knew it. In fact with my dick poking over the waistband of my speedos everyone knew it.

“Wanna come over and meet the girls again? “ she pouted and blew me a kiss before running her tongue suggestively over her glossy lips. “Don’t be shy Big Boy they’re dying to squeeze you out”

“Watch this” She advised me and proceeded to pec dance each massive globe up and down in an impressive display of tit control with her arms by her side. Her dancing tits went up and down and she added in a lateral side to side motion as she moved subtly towards me. Her nipples travelled in a circular path as the two movements merged. Her tits bashed together creating a Grand Canyon of tanned cleavage before separating and continuing their circular hypnotic movements. They were absolutely massive I could barely see the sides of her massive tits as they consumed my vision. Too late I realised she had distracted me and closed the distance. Rookie mistake because I was…

I managed to get my hands up and intercept her arms before she could pull me into another titty smother. We stood locked in a test of strength. I pushed hard and felt her fractionally give. Cal Gal slowly weakened as I forced her arms back down to her sides. I was now in control although dangerously close to her alluring rack. A blur of motion caught my eye. Bang, she used her pec control to smash a powerful weighty tit into my face. Smack, her other tit jolted my head back. I was reeling. Cal Gal face was a mask of determination as she battered my head with her hard tit punches. My head felt like a speed bag as she sped up smashing my head with her fun bags. With a triumphant look she she powered a final devastating tit to floor me. My hands slipped off her arms as I collapsed to my knees.

Cal Gal rested her heavy rack on my head in a show of dominance and faked a yawn to the crowd. “Time for a nap” she sniggered now sure of her 6-3 record. Her showboating to the crowd had given me time to recover a little. From my kneeing stance I grabbed Cal Gals legs and pulled hard. She flipped back onto the mat with a grunt of surprise. I dropped a elbow into her abs and was rewarded with another grunt this time of pain. Emboldened I hooked her leg and lay across Cal Gal in an attempted pin. Big mistake Cal gal kicked out and slithered round underneath me. She expertly grapevined my legs and dragged my head between her massive tits.

“Nighty night Big Boy” she crowed in triumph. I had to think fast. I went limp hoping she would think I was unconscious. It was a high risk strategy as she might keep me in her tit flesh prison until I went out for real. Bit it worked. Cal Gal released her hold and dragged my head up by the hair to check. I stayed limp as she unceremoniously shoved me off her fit body. She preened strutting around the ring cupping her tits and playing to the crowd. The ref came to check I was finished. I gave them a imperceptible wink and quietly rose to my feet. Cal Gal turned puzzled by the lack of announcement to be met and flattened by my flying clothes line. I dragged her back to her feet and whipped her against the turnbuckle. I followed in with 210lb splash. Cal Gal staggered out on shaky legs. I grabbed a couple of handfuls of blonde hair and snapmared her to the mat. She was almost out. I rolled he onto her front and grabbed her arms. Placing a knee on her back I pushed. Cal Gal screamed and submitted quickly to avoid me dislocating her shoulders.

The winner of the second fall by submission in 7mins 27 seconds. Ladies and Gentleman the Biiiiig Boyyyyy! The crowd broke in a series of apathetic applause. The Cal Gal was clearly their favourite.

Cal Gal recovered quickly and by the time the bell rang furiously rushed into my corner body splashing me with her hefty GG tits. My head snapped back as she pressed her advantage. Knees to my stomach weakened me as she pulled down my speedos leaving them at my knees so she could trip me to the mat. Quickly she pinned my arms and held her titanic tits over my head. “Don’t struggle or I’ll put you out” she growled threateningly. She dropped a huge tit over my nose and mouth to make her point more forcefully. Satisfied that I was suitably docile she undid the sides of her bikini bottoms with a theatrical flourish and stuffed them into my mouth. “A souvenir of your first loss!” She teased. She raised her ass and grabbed my dick through her legs causing her heavy tits to crush my chest. She held the tip of my cock as she rubbed her hot pussy along the underside coating me in the juices. Inserting my head she flexed her strong pussy muscles squeezing my dick hard.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on with my slam fuck” she challenged. Bam, her butt hit my balls hard as she slammed her sex down hard on my cock. Bam, bam, bam she was beginning to work up a rhythm as she destroyed my cock and balls. I only had minutes to somehow reverse before she fucked me to defeat.

I started to lift my hips and follow her pussy as she raised up. In order to continue the slam fuck Cal Gal had to bring her hips higher and higher to slam down. Suddenly I dropped my hips and my cock popped free from her milking pussy. I shifted my hips and aimed. As Cal Gal crashed down unable to check her momentum my big thick juice coated dick slammed into her tight butt hole. Her expression changed from one of triumph to terror. I grimly gripped her slim waist and held her immobile as I pistoned into her tight ass. My numb balls slapped against her arse cheeks as my slick cock conquered her tightest hole.

“Aghhh” she cried after a minute of abuse. “Fuck, fuck don’t stop”. The ref rang the bell to end the bout.

“The winner by butt fuck forced orgasm and moving to a record of 1-0. Bigggg Boooooy!”

Neither me or Cal Gal heard or cared as we rutted towards a shattering mutual climax. As I pulled my spurting cock from her ass Cal Gal soaked my stomach in her juices. My dick rested in her butt crack shooting wads of spunk high in the air before landing on her back.

“Great match” she acknowledged “call me if you want to do this again in private” she whispered in my ear before playing to crowd and berating the ref for his decision to call her orgasm.

1-0 who’d have thought it. Where was Katija with my prize. As I dragged my battered body out of the ring maybe my prize could wait I thought. Now I needed a shower and bed. Let’s see what tomorrow brings…

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Fun story!

I really liked the way you had Big Boy and Cal Gal both using strategy, trying to adapt to each other and get the advantage. The twins bit at the start and the between round breast smother were nice touches from Cal. And let me say, those are some powerful tits.
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I really enjoyed this, mate. Thank you for writing it for us.

Cal Gal was great and the Si/Am looked hot, too, but Katija is the one stealing the show for me so far. I am a leg man and in my mind with your descriptions she is phenomenal.

I'm really looking forward to reading more of your tale. Thanks again.
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Next installment. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. All done on an iPhone. With my fat thumbs there may be more than the usual number of mistakes.

Big Boy vs Sexy Sista

It was the morning after my rookie win in the SWL. The win bonus had come in very handy. I still didn’t have enough for the rent but what the hell. Today I’d got a day off and was treating myself to a slap up breakfast at the coffee shop. The 2nd plate of waffles didn’t last long on the plate.

I had arranged to meet Katija here as she had some important news for me that couldn’t wait until tomorrow!! Katija has strong views on my diet so I was wolfing down the maple syrup covered pancakes before she arrived. What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt me.

“Anything else?” asked the pretty waitress as she cleared the table.

“An apple and a glass of water please” I requested knowing Katija would be there soon.

“You got it” she replied looking slightly surprised by my menu choice given the past 20 minutes of gluttony.

“Morning Big Boy. You want fuck now?” Katija loudly announced her arrival.

“Morning Katija” I spluttered. She was all business. I had indeed won last night and Katija had promised me a fuck as my prize.

“We fuck in toilet. I good and make you cum quick if you like. Then we talk next fight” she suggested.

Not that the thought of fucking the beautiful Katija didn’t excite me, but I wasn’t sure a coffee shop toilet was quite the romantic venue I had in mind.

“Maybe you should tell me the news first” I ventured. She gave me a quizzical look as if to say ‘you don’t want to fuck me now’. But then sat opposite me in my booth.

“Ms Wallace she like your fight. She say now you need fight a good girl. I say you no much goodness yet. You no ready. A good girls fuck you up bad. You no win. Maybe you get hurt.” she began to explain.

“With you as my coach I can beat anybody” I interrupted her depressing assessment of my chances, maybe it was the bravado of my win. But Cal Gal had beaten 5 guys before she encountered Big Boy and I whooped her ass.

“You sweet.” She smiled “But Ms Wallace say you fight Shannel next. She 10-2 and she not big boob bimbo like Cal Gal. She street tough. She not fall for your trick shit. She smart. She ring hard. You not”.

“Then train me to be tough & smart” I implored. “I’ll do whatever it takes”. I really meant it too assuming I could have frequent breaks and leave at 5. I used to work in IT after all.

“Ok” agreed Katija unconvinced “you do what I say. If I say jumps you jumps. If I say runs you runs. If I say down you go down on me” I liked the sound of the last one but Katija’s English could be a little flakey.

Over the next few days I did work hard. In fact I quite enjoyed it. Katija has some inventive training techniques. To improve my speed, it wasn’t quite like Rocky chasing a chicken round a yard, but Katija let me chased her. If I caught her she lost an item of clothes. One session I got her down to bra and thong before I ran out of steam.

I hit the weights pretty hard too and was surprised as a tiny hint of definition began to show in my muscles. I even had Diet Coke with my large pizza, wings, wedges and a pint of B&Js that night. I’m all about the sport now.

Katija was impressed by my commitment although my body’s stubbornness in sticking to 210 left her slightly confused. What with my training and her strict diet I should have lost at least a few pounds. I made a mental note to clear away the pizza box evidence in case I got her back to my place as I still hadn’t received my victory fuck.

My bout with Shannel was in three days.

“You on main card Big Boy” Katija informed me. “That big for rookie. They not on main card evers unless…” she tailed off realising she had said too much.

“Unless what?” I badgered “you need to tell me now”

“Unless they wants you to be loser”

“Who” I countered incredulously “who would want me to lose? Ms Wallace?”

“She big fish. Maybe even shark” Katija answered cryptically “but it big sea. Many sharks in big sea”

She was clearly hiding something but for the first time since I’d met her Katija lost her veneer of invincibility, she looked worried so I let it go for now.

“How do I beat Shannel?” After Katija’s short but accurate tactical master class I had butt fucked Cal Gal to win by orgasm.

“She strong” considered Katija “she good wrestle. She great arse if she fuck you you cum quick. She always win by fucking. She got sensitive tits. You suck her tits good you got small chance”

So tits it was. I would target her tits and win. Well that was the theory. The rest of my training was spent enjoyably exploring the pussy and tits of Anichka who Katija had brought in as my sparing partner. In some ways I wished it was still me and Katija but for some reason her tits and pussy were off the menu. But on the positive side Anichka didn’t seem so intent on knocking me out if I made her cum and she was also another mega babe. Maybe not in Katija’s league but most girls weren’t. Anichka was a slim toned redhead. Importantly she had sensitive boobs like Shannel and we worked hard on sucking and teasing those. It was hard work but somebody’s got to do it.

The night of the match arrived. I changed in a slightly better room than last time. The perks of a 1-0 record. As before, shortly before my bout there was a knock at the door. I answered with trepidation and was relieved to see Anichka standing there. Although seeing her in her minuscule ring girl outfit of plaid blue micro skirt and cropped white blouse knotted under her tits wasn’t exactly missed by little rich. Her slim legs were sheathed in white knee high socks and black heels. Two side plaits in her bright red hair completed the porn schoolgirl look.

Clearly Katija was taking no chances with a repeat of the ambush of Si and Am last time.

I made my usual entrance with my Big Boy theme playing in the background. The crowd was definitely bigger than last time. Although I still received a rather anaemic smattering of applause as I posed in the ring. I’d need to work on my entrance if I got much further.

The lights went out. “Ladies and gentlemen, please show your appreciation. Now entering the ring with a record of 10 wins, all by fuckout, and only 2 losses. The one, the only Sexy Sistaaaaa!”
A beautiful but tough looking black girl appeared through the curtains. She was clad in a tight shinny gold boob tube that showed a prominent, if modest, pair of tits and I could make out her impressive nipple bumps even from this distance. A strong torso led to a tiny pair of denim booty shorts and thick muscled legs. Porn star meets gymnast. She entered the ring with the minimum of fuss and fanfare.

“Sugar, you’re waaaay out of your league” she confidentiality informed me. “You and my ass, we’re going to have some fun. Well fun for me sucker”. With that her thick lips puckered and planted a firm kiss on my lips as she lightly rubbed my dick and sidled back to her corner. I stood rooted with surprise not at the kiss but at my first sight of her butt. It was massive. Not wide and definitely not fat. But two massive slabs of caramel muscle. Deeply impressive. Katija’s arse was world class but in a different way so was the Sistas. The gentle bounce of her cheeks as she walked belied the tremendous power of her leg and ass combo. She definitely put the boo into booty.

When the bell sounded I was still rooted to the centre of the ring. Shannel started towards me, as I raised my hands she flipped athletically into a hand spring, opened her legs and my face was met by a flying pussy that knocked me to the ground. As we fell she constricted her thighs round my head. Protecting my head from a harsh impact with the mat, instead treating my neck to a sickening snap as she landed on her feet and my body continued its momentum.

She squeezed her strong thighs and I could smell her arousal with my head trapped half an inch from her pussy. She smelt fabulous. Despite my predicament I quickly hardened as she squeezed another pulse of power. Shit I’d be out in 10 seconds. That’d be some sort of record surely. The Sista must have been paid by the minute as she inexplicably released my head and let it fall painfully to the mat.

“Sugar” She tittered “we got to give this crowd a show. Give me something to work with”. She hauled me unceremoniously to my feet and whipped me into the ropes using my momentum as I bounced out to turn and plant her butt into my unprotected belly. I felt like I’d hit a brick wall as I dropped to the mat gasping from her killer butt bump. Although I was genuinely hurting I played possum. I know what Katija told me, but with the ease the Sista had already dominated me I hoped her superiority complex would make her careless. It did.

Satisfied I was down for the count she turned to twerk the audience. They went wild hooting and cheering. Their tone changed as I rose from the mat but the Sista just thought they wanted more and increased the speed of her twerk. Too late! I grabbed her waist and German suplexed her to the mat. Following quickly up I reversed her over into a Boston crab heaping on the pressure to her back. She wisely submitted to avoid permanent injury.

“The winner of the first fall by Boston crab submission. Big Boyyyy!” Now I had a chance but I knew she wouldn’t showboat this time.

During the rest period Sista stripped down removing her booty shorts while facing me straight legged. Her hairless pussy was moist and nestled alluringly between those massive cheeks.

“These’d just get in the way when I fuck you out sugar” she informed me. “Like what you see” she inquired nodding at the huge bulge she’d caused in my speedos.

The bell sounded and I remained in my corner wary of another athletic move. I needed to avoid her devastating ass if I was to stand any chance. She twerked me mockingly.

“Come on sugar, we all know how this is going to end. Put that big cock in my pussy and I’ll make it quick. Otherwise I’m gonna hurt you first.”

Tiring of my inaction she attacked. Feinting me out she slipped behind me and locked in a full nelson. It was painful but bearable and at least she couldn’t attack my cock. As pushed my head forward she somehow tripped me. I hit the deck face first, without my arms to break the fall my face smashed painfully into the mat stunning me. Sistas weight on my back didn’t help. Sista slid off to my side releasing the hold to deliver a series of painful knees to my side. Flipping me over she continued her assault driving her elbow repeatedly into my unprotected gut. Even though I was obviously completely incapacitated she delivered a few more in case I was faking.

As my arms dropped to clutch my ravaged belly she flipped a knee over my torso and brought me face to face or more accurately cheek to cheek with her fleshy caramel ass.

“Say good night sucker” she cackled as she began to twerk. Her weighty cheeks crashed down on my face smashing my head into the mat repeatedly. Her pace was relentless. It’s was far worse than Cal Gals tit punches and I quickly slipped into semi consciousness. She varied her motion slightly which sent both cheeks thudding into my head in unison. Even before my head bounced off the mat I was out from the devastating two cheek smash.

I awoke to hear the MC finish calling the fall

“…of round two by twerkout. The Sexy Sista” the crowd appreciated this loudly. They were obviously rooting for Sista.

I was still lying in the centre of the ring when the bell sounded for the final fall.

“Nice of you to wait for me sugar” Sista mocked. “Now watch me win by fuck out!”

Without further ado she pulled the speedos off my prone body, squatted and slipped her hot moist pussy straight onto my thick cock. She started to twerk in earnest. The sensation was incredible. My dick was battered back and forth as she slid up and down my hard length creating all manner of different angles and sensations on my overwhelmed dick.

“You like that sugar” she smirked “corn fed white boy never been fucked by a Sista” she observed. True! “Once you had black you never go back” she informed me as she sped up. Her arse now a blur of relentless motion as she twerked my dick towards my first loss. She was totally in control as she manipulated my fuck stick in ways I didn’t know were possible. Without my training I would have cum in seconds but even now it was only a matter of time before my inevitable demise.

As she quickened her pace further she lent in to plant a dominating kiss with her plump lips to reinforce her victory. Some how I slipped to her side and managed to lock my lips round her puffy nipple. Her eyes widened and she momentarily faltered on an uptwerk. Using the momentum of her weighty ass I flipped her to her side never releasing my lip lock on her perky nub. I slipped my hand between her legs as I switched to the other tit. She was wet and clearly aroused from her potential victory. I sucked and teased as if my life depended on it while my fingers locked onto her prominent clit. Amazingly a few short rubs were all it took and she vocally exploded her girl cum over my hand.

“Shit Big Boy. That’s some prime grade a pussy rubbing!” Was all she could blurt out as her orgasm took hold.

“The winner by a tit suck and clit rub and still undefeated. Big Boyyyy!”

A few boos met the announcement, mainly female voices as I quickly left the ring. Anichka helped me back to my changing room where Katija joined us.

“You lucky as fuck Rich” she exclaimed. For the first time she’d called me Rich! I was growing on her. 2-0 what would happened next…
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