Stone's Weekly Stories

[Stone]

[This is the first installment of a weekly tradition where I write a new short story featuring various, if somewhat interconnected plots. Feel free to leave feedback, whether positive or negative, but be specific; I get a lot of "you suck" but feel free to leave a little more detail]

11/04
Kelly's Trumping
By Stone

“C'mon Goldilocks, we're goin’ for a ride,” the thick Mexican woman hollered loud enough to be heard by the cell phone camera despite the boisterous crowd. She hoisted the blonde girl up by her hair then flung Kelly over shoulder, slamming her back into the mat via a rough hair-mare. She was just beginning as the olive skinned woman hoisted her opponent up again then whipped Kelly against the steel cage using her hair as a handle as if she were beating the dust out of an old carpet.

Kelly hung half upside down between the ring ropes and cage wall when the unnamed masked Latina lifted the blonde up: one hand dragging the white girl with a fistful of hair and the other yanking Kelly's bikini bottoms so hard they disappeared into her pussy. A fan had emailed me this video of a recent match Kelly had. She had taken a pro-Trump gimmick by saying she wanted to make wrestling great again with the implied dialogue that it was “masked border jumpers” ruining the quality of wrestling. So she challenged any “beaner” to a match. Kelly herself had requested a steel cage, as a metaphor for the mexican wall, because she didn't want any more illegals jumping into the ring.

She had come out wearing a rebel flag string bikini, wrestling barefoot as always, with a red trucker hat reading: make wrestling white again. When her opponent came out to some techno mariachi music, a red mask with yellow design so she kind of looked like a dragon and a matching red one piece swimsuit with yellow tribal patterns and red lace up boots. Kelly had already been waiting in the ring and ambushed her opponent as she entered through the cage door, punting the other woman in the head so she collapsed into the ring. The bell rang as the crowd booed while Kelly stomped on her prone opponent before eventually picking the thicker woman up and throwing her to the ropes where she met Kelly's dropkick right on the chin.

The blonde got up, yelling obscenities at the audience of mostly Hispanics. When the Latina began getting up, Kelly grabbed the woman by the back of her mask and tried to run her face first into the cage but she got her red boot up in time to block it and elbowed Kelly in her tit. The blonde backed away; when the Latina grabbed the slender white girl she spun her around but was greeted with a surprise kick to the abdomen. Kelly tried to Irish whip the crimson Mexican woman but she reversed it. Kelly smacked the back of her head on the cage and was stunned enough, as she stumbled forward from her inertia, to not see the big clothesline that leveled her so hard when she hit the mat her legs shot up like a cartoon character.

Now as Kelly's opponent brought her over the rope into the ring with a mega front wedgie she bounced the blonde on her tip toes by her hair and rebel flag bottoms before lifting her high in the air and, using her handful of hair, slammed Kelly's breasts across the Mexican woman's knee; a devastating tit-breaker that left the skinny girl howling in agony. The blonde rolled around on the mat as her opponent grabbed two fistfuls of Kelly's long hair and swung her around like an airplane spin all while her screams permeated the arena. Once she was done, the Mexican woman dragged Kelly to her feet by her hair and tossed her over the ropes; crashing into the fence so hard the blonde almost went through the steel mesh.

Kelly collapsed to the mat; tangled up in the ropes--she appeared to be unconscious--when the Mexicana bent down and untied her opponent's rebel flag bikini top. Kelly made garbled, strangled sounds as she was lifted by the noose of her own top around her throat while the hispanic wrestler stood on her opponent's long blonde hair. After Kelly's face turned as red as her opponent's swimsuit, the Latina got off her foe's hair and pulled the white girl up with her top still wrapped around her throat. She dangled Kelly like a puppet on a string as she struggled to breathe before the large latin woman locked her opponent in a full nelson.

The bigger woman leaned Kelly forward, keeping her arms immobilized in the hold, and slid her side to side, using the cage like a cheese grater on Kelly's bare breasts. What was amazing to me as I watched this was how everyone in the audience laughed despite Kelly screaming in pain as small trickles of blood dripped down from her chest. But to understand this more, Kelly brags a lot about her body; how most women wish they could look like her--particularly her perfect 36C cup breasts--so it makes sense why her orbs are the focus of the Latina’s attacks.


Finally Kelly was able to free herself by kicking her heel back, catching her opponent in the shin. When the mexican lost her grip on the nelson, Kelly reared her elbow back; clocking her opponent in the temple. As the hispanic woman back pedaled, Kelly climbed a couple rungs on the cage then hopped off; grabbing onto the Spanish woman's neck and performed a spinning DDT.

The crowd erupted as Kelly slowly crawled to the ropes, both wrestlers looked like they were in a car accident between Kelly's bloody torso and the mexican woman splayed out on the canvas. The crowd booed as the blonde got to her feet and began climbing the cage; she had reached the top by the time the Latina got to her feet. The crowd began cheering as the Mexicana got a few rungs up on the cage only for Kelly to mock her.

“Sorry chubby, looks like you're gonna get deported with the rest of those fat ass wetbacks,” Kelly laughed. The mexican made a wry smile then reached through the cage and latched onto both of Kelly's nipples. The blonde's squeals were at ear piercing decibels as the Latina barked orders.

“Climb! Now!” she commanded and as Kelly sniveled like a scolded child as she was pulled up the cage while her opponent was a step or two above the blonde, yanking on her nipples hard enough I thought they were going to rip off. What made it so tragic is that Kelly was so close to the floor she could've just hopped down and won the match.

Kelly was pulled up to the top and commanded to climb over; whining to be released as tears rolled down her face. After she was back over, the Mexican grabbed a handful of Kelly's blonde hair--she audibly sighed with relief after her nipples were finally released--and climbed back down; it was like king kong with his damsel in distress. Once their feet touched the mat, the Latina dragged Kelly into the center of the ring by her hair before she told the blonde to apologize. Kelly sniffled she was sorry for being intolerant and begged for mercy. The mexican had Kelly half bent back and gave a clubbing blow to the blonde's breasts, flattening them like pancakes.


Kelly howled in pain, her legs almost giving out, as she was pulled back sharply by her hair only for her opponent to step over and pull the blonde's face into the crotch of her crimson swimsuit. She dug both hands into Kelly's tits, squeezing and digging her nails into the pale flesh before dropping down; performing an inverted pedigree that ended with the big Latina squashing Kelly's face between her mexican pussy and the mat.


For some reason the referee outside the ring did a three count, meaning the mexican woman won by pinfall. Poor Kelly wasn't given a respite as she was ordered to eat her opponent's taco as she continued to maul the white girl’s perfect tits. She grinded on top of Kelly for about five minutes until the video cut off; I haven't heard back from Kelly yet but I'm sure she's planning her revenge.

[Stone]

New story for this week 11/18. Mixed MF/F match with some incest themes I hope you enjoy.

Training Tape
By Stone Kidman


I watched a video on my friend's FTP site, he gets pirated movies through canada and has a special folder for all the catfight/wrestling videos that he comes across. This one was delectable; it was a couple (either mother/father or aunt/uncle) putting the eighteen year old girl through the ringer.


Okay so the first clip in the folder starts off with a very cute blonde leaning against the turnbuckles in a wrestling ring. It seems like they're in a basement by the ceiling only being about a foot or two above the top of the ropes--so I doubt they could do any high flying. She's a gold two piece, with a nice B cup; she looks like she might be 100-110 pounds with a flat stomach and athletic body. Across the ring are the parents, the dad is tall; blonde with receding hairline and looks just under six feet at maybe 170-180 pounds with a total 70s porn mustache and a rather fit body. He's wearing navy blue trunks with black lace up boots and knee pads; the daughter has on black elbow and knee pads but wrestles barefoot.


The dad starts off, locking up spins around behind the blonde; taking her down with a back suplex that folds her up like an accordion. He takes it easy on her and lets her get up before locking up again and muscling her into the corner. Here he punishes her with shoulder thrusts to her abdomen until she's weakened. He drapes her arms over the top rope, even though it's above her head because she's short, then delivers chops across her chest and a couple european uppercuts before snap-maring her into the middle of the ring.


He walks over and tags in the mother; she's more petite with short dark brown hair and kinda pudgy, wearing a navy blue one piece with black ankle boots. She climbed through the middle and bottom rope and made a beeline for her daughter. The blonde had started to stir, turning to get on her hands and knees, when her mom came up behind her; grabbing to handfuls of the girl's long hair and drug her across the ring.


"You think this is a fucking game," the mother screamed as she choked her daughter over the middle rope; planting her knee on the back of the teen's neck. "Do you think the other families are going to go easy on you like your father? Do you have any idea what they'll do to you if you lose," she was screeching as she raked her nails up the girl's face.


She finally let up, allowing her daughter to fall to the mat; coughing and clutching her throat. The mom didn't give her little girl any respite as she began laying the boots to her daughter; stomping her all over. Once she was satisfied at the bruises that littered her daughter's body, the mom took a couple steps back, bouncing off the ropes to deliver an elbow drop in the middle of the blonde's back.


When the daugher arched up off the mat, the mom grabbed a handful of the teen's blonde hair, wrapped it around her fist before pulling back hard. She converted the move into a sort of crossface; she was using her daughter's hair to effectively choke herself as the mom leaned back as she tugged on the blonde locks with both hands. The girl was making gagging noises as she tried to pry her hair from around her throat as she flailed in the ring before slapping the mat; signaling her submission.


"You think your opponents will let you go? They live to hurt pretty dumb bitches like you," she yelled, refusing to let go for a few moments until she finally relented and the blonde's face flopped to the mat. She got up and marched over to her husband; tagging him in and ordering him to go to town on the blonde.


"Don't hold back this time, treat her like you would any other slut in that ring," she barked and slipped through the ropes as the husband nodded dutifully. The girl had gotten up on her hands and knees when he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and used it to hold her head as he rammed his knee into her face. It made a loud thud as she fell back to the mat, clutching her eye but the guy still had her hair in his grip and yanked her up before letting go of it to grab ahold of her slender arm.


He acted like he was going to irish whip her into the ropes but instead leveled her with a short arm clothesline. The teen almost did a backflip from the impact before she was once again lifted to her feet by her arm, almost like a petulant child who was throwing a tantrum, only for her dad to nail her with another clothesline that seemed to knock her out as she fell to the mat; limp as a rag doll.


While still holding her arm, he pulled the blonde onto her side so he could stomp his boot down on her breast, squashing it between his boot and the canvas; twisting his heel on her tit like he was putting out a cigarette. The girl awoke with an ear piercing squeal as her legs flopped about on the mat. He lifted up by her arm only to grab a handful of her blonde hair and run the girl face first into the top turnbuckle. She fell to one knee, her head whipping backwards from the impact, before her dad grabbed two handfuls of her long hair; lifting the teen up on her tippy toes so her head was bent back over the top turnbuckle as he knotted her hair around the top rope.


With her body exposed he began hammering punches to her bare midriff, she was able to take the first few blows, merely grunting, before his fists started burying deeper into her flat stomach. It looked as if you were using a bed pillow for a heavy bag the way his knuckles would almost fold the girl in half before she was gagging and sobbing. When she had been trying to cover up to protect her midsection, the dad began aiming higher; giving the girl an uppercut to her right tit--the same one he had stomped moments before--knocking it out of the top.


After the constant belly punching left her nearly lifeless, dangling by her hair, the dad started focusing primarily on her breasts; delivering crosses and jabs to the exposed orb before switching to the left. His most brutal act was cupping the tit, as gently as if it were a kitten, before hammering his fist into the palm; squashing the sensitive mammary until it ballooned under his knuckles, deformed into an awkward shape.


"Oh god please stop! I submit! Please!" the girl bellowed, tears and snot running down her face as she finally relented from the agony.


"You think they're gonna stop?" he hissed, grabbing his daughter by her hair so she could look up into his piercing blue eyes--the same ones she shared. "Do you think this is just play time? They will want to destroy you, cripple you; they won't quit until you piss yourself and are begging to suck their cocks."


He stepped back and pulled out his fat, veiny member, then grabbed the girl by her blonde hair before he violently began fucking her face. She was caught off guard as he shoved his pecker in all the way, causing the blonde to gag and thrash about violently. He bounced her head by using his grip on her hair; the tangled knot on the top turnbuckle came loose and she finally fell to the mat spewing drool and pre-cum.


He backed up and tagged in the wife who rushed into the ring; she picked the blonde up by latching onto her nipples and dragging the teen up while she screamed and clutched at her mother's wrists.


"So is that what you want to be, just another fuck-toy for the boys to play with," she yelled while twisting the girl's tits.


"Yes! Just please stop!" she sobbed.


The mom dropped her with a hard slap across the cheek; she turned to her husband with a disgusted look on her face as the blonde lay on the mat crying.


"You heard her Larry, show her what we do to jobbers," she said, looking over her shoulder at her husband. He remorselessly entered the ring, pulling the girl up by her hair before scooping her up like he was going to body slam her. Instead he hung her upside down in the corner, in a tree of woe position, and ordered her to open her fucking mouth.


He had her hair in his grip like a pony tail but as a handle, using her tongue to paint his balls and lick every inch of his cock. With his other hand he pulled aside her gold bikini bottoms and began fingering her pussy. He had two fat digits inside the girl, with her legs hooked under the top turnbuckle she was defenseless as finger fucked her to a series of squirting orgasms while he was balls deep in her mouth.


He backed away as the wife came up with a taser and after several flashes coupled with a loud clicking noise it was evident she was getting her crotch cauterized.


"No, since you want to act like a bitch in the ring, you're going to get treated like a bitch, now crawl!" the mother ordered, after the blonde came untangled from the corner following her pussy zapping. She led the blonde by her hair as the girl crawled on all fours, weeping from the pain in her still smoking pussy.


"If you move I'll shock that dirty little cunt of yours, understood," she asked after placing a boot on the back of her daughter's head. The dad came back into frame now, sans speedo, and aimed his still slick tool at his daughter's backside. I had to turn down my speakers after hearing the ungodly scream the girl made when the dad tore into her asshole. The mom reiterated her threat as the girl dug her nails into her palm while the dad pounded into her so hard her body scooted across the mat about a foot at a time.


"This is just a taste of what those other men will do to you if you still want to wrestle," the mom said. "Do you still want to be a wrestler like us?"


"Uh huh," the girl nodded as she buried her face against the mat.


"What did you say you little whore," the mom asked, stepping off her daughter's head to pull her face up by her hair.


"I...want...to...wrestle," she said through gritted teeth then collapsed into a sweaty heap, screaming out from an orgasm only moments before her dad exploded inside her anal cavity.


The video goes dark so I can only assume the girl passed her test but wow talk about trial by fire.

[okc90]

i luv your article since when you uploaded on literotica. thx!

[Alai1231]

Can inmake anrequest? Can next be week be a mom vs son prostyle match?

[Sexybish]

Both of these are hot as fuck! On the border between brutal and sensual and I love it.

[kingrage]

I don't care for incest, but your writing is really good.

While I'm not big on incest, I have to praise you for how you formatted the story. You really don't see much thought into the setup of the match these days but you nailed it right out of the park. It harkens back to me at the days of hearing claims about people downloading a video and getting something disturbing. It has a Videodrome feel to it.

[Stone]

I just wanted to reply to everyone without spamming by quoted messages from each.
Starting from Okc90, I'm not sure which article on literotica you're talking about, if it's the last story i did there I also posted it here; either way, thank you very much
Alai1231 I used to do custom request stories for money which I may resume after my legal problems are over; we can discuss this if you're still interested but I am planning on a mother/son series but debating if I should do a whole thing for an ebook.
Sexybish thank you; I kind of hurried the ending but I was trying to keep the balance; you're too kind.
Kingrage & Gameking I understand if the incest themes bothered you or others; I guess you could pretend she's a hired model jobbing since she doesn't seem to resemble the two older characters. And yes I try to do a different sort of scenario or story framing; it's meant to be a reflection of how society is disconnected from each other (not unlike, but not nearly as good as, black mirror).
I will continue to try to post a new story each week. I owe a friend from tumblr a custom story; please visit her womens wrestling blog she's a wonderful person amylwrestler.tumblr.com

[Stone]

[This is just a first chapter. I have ideas for more if it's popular enough, though I might've gone too far. It's just a rough start so any feedback, positive or negative is welcome]

Busty Becky
Chapter One: Audition Tape
By Stone Kidman


I floundered around on the mat as my niece squeezed my head between her firm thighs. Despite trying to oversell for the camera she was doing a perfunctory job of crushing my melon like a grape. I had tried fighting back, getting a hand between her legs to spread them, but she grabbed my wrist, pulling my face tighter against the crotch of her white panties; my red face now hidden under her blue and white cheerleader skirt. Just when I thought she was going to knock me out with her headscissors I felt her thighs loosen a little as a soft breeze indicated she had pulled down my gym shorts.


"I see you got a nice big woody from being stuck between my legs," my niece chuckled while she stroked my unbelievably stiff cock. She had repositioned herself so we were in a kind of sixty nine position on our sides and I tried to wonder just how I had gotten myself in this situation.


It was earlier that Saturday, I made the mistake of leaving my laptop open when my niece Becky came by to visit. She does this quite frequently since my sister Angela thought that the internet was evil so Becky would frequently drop by to check her Facebook and other sites. When I heard the screen door slam I knew it was her and dread washed over me. I had been watching the video of my recent match with Mistress Domino that she had emailed me, a session wrestler I occasionally pay to dominate me, when I paused to use the bathroom.


"Oh my god, uncle Stone, what is this?" Becky hollered. I tried stammering that she should go watch tv as I hurriedly tried to finish. When I heard the audio from the laptop echoing down the hall I knew she pushed play and tried shouting for her not to watch. By the time I finally wiped up and flushed, almost tripping over my pants as I dashed out of the bathroom, my niece was fixated on the video of the heavyset latina woman crushing me in a headscissors while squeezing my balls.


What I was taken aback by was Becky seemed to me playing with herself while she watched; I had feared she was going to blackmail me to her mom or just laugh herself to death but she was totally engrossed with her one tanned leg up on my computer chair as she sighed while rubbing her crotch through her jean shorts.


I cleared my throat aloud when it started getting awkward for me as the sounds of my grunts of pain on the video were embarrassing. Rather than stop she just turned her head slightly, as if I were a nuisance to her, and asked why didn't I fight back harder. I dashed over, closing my laptop and said she shouldn't be watching my personal things.


"Well you left it out," she said with a smirk, "so why was she kicking your ass so much?"


Her blue eyes looked at me inquisitively while her cheeks were flush; I could tell she wasn't at all shy about her sexuality judging from her low cut tank top nearly exposing her large breasts and tiny jean shorts that were small enough to be underwear on her.


I explained every couple months I save up enough money to wrestle Mistress Domino and that, like most submissive males, I played along with the fantasy of being dominated by another woman wrestling me.


"Really? You like that?" her eyes were wide like I had just explained the meaning of life to her. I guess a girl her age wasn't inundated with all the perversions of the male mind but when she asked me how much I paid, and I told her that it was several hundred dollars she shot up out of the chair.


"Hell I'd kick a guys ass for free," she smirked as I tried not to stare at her bouncing breasts. "Hey you think I could get guys to pay me to fight them? To let me squash their nuts and stuff?"


I was taken aback, not expecting the conversation to go this way. My niece Becky is quite tall and slender; 5'7" 112 pounds with most in her 36C breasts; her long blonde hair reaching down to her mid-back. I stammered sure, she was eighteen and an adult--I was unsure if one had to be licensed for that--but said she'd probably need to make a demo video to get guys who were serious about paying.


"Maybe getting some kind of hook would be good, since you're not like a dominatrix," I said shrugging the idea off.


"Like what," she said smiling as she pretended to airbox her future opponents.


"Maybe something cliche like a cop uniform or a...," I froze as we locked eyes; almost like Becky could read my mind.


"Or a cheerleader, right? I still have my uniform from when I was captain of the squad! Oh great idea uncle Stone, hey can you film me for my first video so I know it won't be some creep?"


"Sure," I said, again very hesitant about what my role should be as her uncle and that as a red blooded male who now wanted to see my niece dominating another guy in her cheerleader outfit.


"You don't mind being my first client, do you," she replied when I started to ask who was she going to fight.


"Well I'm still sore from my match with Mistress Domino," I tried to play it off but she gave me those Bambi eyes and I melted like always.


She gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran out the back, letting the screen door slam as I dug out my video camera and set the blue rubber gym mat up in the basement.


She had come back wearing the same jean shorts and tank top from earlier but with a gym bag and her hair in pigtails; she told her parents I was taking her to workout at the YMCA--which wasn't untrue, we had done this before, but mainly to use the swimming pool when the old folks weren't doing aquarobics.


I asked who she wanted me to portray; her coach or a teacher.


"Oh you can be Mr. Belding, my old math teacher," she said and began getting undressed right in front of me. I had expected Becky to use the bathroom upstairs but she was obviously too bold to think about her nudity--or she just thought of me as her old uncle. She stripped down to her white bra and thong then put on her dark blue and white skirt with the matching top that had the letters Bayside High across her bountiful chest.


"Ok, and what did you want me to do," I asked again, after waking up from the trance of my incredibly hot niece getting changed.


"Oh say you're going to fail me and get me kicked off the team unless I sleep with you then I'll be like, 'oh yeah?' and wrestle you, sound good?" she said. I wish I had done a better job hiding my erection that was protruding from my gym shorts after picturing this fantasy with my smoking hot niece.


I stepped out of frame, hitting record as Becky first did a slow stretching routine for the camera; showing incredible flexibility by stretching her long leg up against the wall, almost like she was doing a vertical split, and rubbed the muscles in her toned legs. She likewise did back bends where she thrust her chest towards the camera, moaning slightly.


This went on until she started to imitate her cheers and I came in from off camera. I tried my best Snidely Whiplash, calling her Busty Becky on accident as I couldn't pry my eyes off her chest--I mean her top was low cut enough I wondered how they had been able to wear this at school--and threatening to give her an F if she didn't sleep with me.


"You dirty pervert," she screamed, slapping me then pulling me into a side headlock so my face was pressed up against her boob. My hand involuntarily slid up her skirt, cupping her firm teenage ass, before she called me a filthy old man.


"You want a close up of my ass I'll give it to you," she said and hip tossed me over with the accuracy of a pro-wrestler. I remembered she used to love watching WWF at my place on Monday night's since my sister Angela forbid such sins like basic cable. In hindsight I suppose she was right because I was now in a sex wrestling match with my niece attempting to make her audition tape to get paid for wrestling other older men like myself.


The flip had taken the air out of me for a moment allowing Becky to plant her behind on my face. She pinned my wrists to the mat, asking if I thought she deserved that A then began bouncing her butt on me. I got my one hand free, reaching up I blindly groped my niece's breasts and she called me a "sicko freak" before expertly locking her legs around my head and rolling onto her back.


With her ankles crossed and now pulling my hands up onto her chest so I had no choice but to squeeze and knead her breasts I could feel her pussy getting moist.


"Oh Mister Belding, you're such a nasty boy...oh but I like it...still you need to be punished," she said and began really pumping her thighs around my ears.
I was able to yank her top up, exposing her bra-less boobs, and sunk my fingers into the supple breast-flesh; not crushing them painfully but lovingly playing with Becky's funbags as she closed her eyes and moaned.


When I started teasing her thick nipples she began mewling loudly until she made a shrill cry. Before I could ask if I just gave my niece an orgasm by simply getting to second base with her she crossed her legs into a figure four headscissors; pressing my mouth against her pantied-crotch.
“Oh god, eat me, Mr. Belding. Show me what a naughty perv you are and lick me out or I'll crush your nasty head,” Becky moaned and pulled aside her underwear, allowing my tongue access to her shaved muff.


I felt I had no choice and began tongue-fucking my niece's juicy cunt the best I could with my head trapped between her vice-like thighs. She began grinding her crotch against my mouth until it felt like my jaw was going to break from the pressure of her legs but thankfully my niece’s body shook as she flooded my face with her juices; turns out my niece was a squirter.


She relaxed; lying flat on the mat to catch her breath while I rolled over to rub my jaw. Then, quick as a flash, Becky was on me again; wrapping those incredibly strong legs around my skull. This is when I flopped around on the mat; legs kicking wildly and over-selling it but trying to catch a break by pushing my hand between her thigh. However due to the position we were in, on our sides in a sort of sixty nine with my nose pressed up against her asshole, but with her panties as a barrier while her blue and white cheerleader skirt obscured my head completely, I was kind of stuck.


She grabbed my the hand I had been trying to pry her steely thighs apart and pulled it up so she could suck on my fingers.
“You’ve been such a bad boy, Mr. Belding I think you need to realize who’s in charge,” my niece said in a pouty little girl voice. That’s when I felt her tug my gym shorts down and my erection sprang free in the cool air of the basement. My niece took my hand and wrapped it around my own cock, telling me to jerk myself off like the bad boy I was.


As I did so, obediently, she wasn’t pleased and gave my nuts a sharp slap. I swear I nearly ejaculated as my niece ordered me to stroke it slower, that she wanted to watch me shoot my nasty cum all over myself.


When I watched the video later she was staring while I stroked myself, and biting her lip as she pumped my head between her legs. She would alternate with slaps to my balls followed by commands telling me to go faster or slow down. She was pulling my face tight against her crotch again, this time by my hair, as she enjoyed my little show until, after grabbing my balls in her delicate hands, did she command me to cum for her. The pain mixed with humiliation was just what I wanted and I began erupting; shooting ropes of cum on the mat.


“Eww, you’re so gross, Mr. Belding, now lick it up like the dog you are,” she ordered, after releasing me from her legs and shoving my face into the puddle of jizz I deposited. For a finale, Becky made me kiss her feet and apologize for being such a pervert. Then she said I earned a reward for being such a good puppy. She removed her cheerleader uniform top, kicked me in the balls--I had been kneeling before her so this knocked me on my back--then straddled my chest, pinned my wrists to the mat above my head and smothered me unconscious with her big tits.


I hadn’t known till later that after I was out she sat on top of me and smirked, “Busty Becky always wins.”


As awkward as that was, and I can’t say I didn’t start thinking about my niece sexually a lot more often, I did a little editing and posted it on the forum. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Becky got her first client.

[mixfightor]

Hell, I wish I could hire her.

Thanks for a great story, Stone. Really appreciated, mate.