Anna vs. Donald

Anna beats her husband in wrestling.
Update: 27/09/1997 to misc2


     "Uuugh!  I give!  Please let me up!  Please, please, please!"  His
begging was pitiable.
     The pathetic little wimp lay on his back, helplessly kicking his feet
and whining.  The buxom 6-foot blonde sat on his face, grinding her
femininity into his mouth while she flexed her muscles.
     "I don't know if you've suffered enough.  Do you promise to obey my
orders from now on?"
     "Yes," he moaned, "yes, I'll obey you at all times!  I'll be your
slave.
     The sexy 6-foot blonde in the fantastic one-shoulder swimsuit got up,
kicked him, and then posed with a foot on the wimp's chest while flexing
her intimidating biceps.

     "That's ridiculous," Laughed Donald as he turned off the TV. "That
tape was the worst!  No woman could beat a man like that!"
     "Oh, I don't know," his beautiful wife, Anna, said.  "I mean, I know
that tape was really fake, but I think a strong, determined woman could
beat a man at wrestling."
     "Honey," Donald said in a mocking tone, "the only thing a woman could
beat a man at is making the bed.  And speaking of bed, why don't you get
your beautiful ass into it?  The tape really got me turned on!"
     "Me, too!" Anna replied eagerly.  "I've got something new to wear for
you tonight!"
     Changing in the bathroom, Anna was very turned on.  She always got
aroused watching wrestling tapes with her husband. Until tonight, they had
always bought girl vs. girl matches. Watching the sweaty, half-naked
bodies struggling for dominance always led her and Donald to a hot,
sweaty, fully naked time of their own - in bed!  But tonight had been
something special. Anna had never seen a mixed match before, and watching
the beautiful blonde dominate and defeat her husband turned her on like
nothing she had ever seen.  The blonde had looked on the verge of orgasm
as she celebrated her strength and her overpoweringly sexy victory.  Anna
had never wrestled, but now, for the first time, she was very curious....
     After she had changed, Anna surveyed herself proudly in the
full-length mirror.  She had always been told she was pretty. Her face
with its smiling eyes, cute nose that wrinkled when she laughed, and
radiant smile had made men hot and hard as long as she could remember.
Her black curly hair framed her face in a chic cut.  At 40 years old,
5-foot-9, and 130 pounds, Anna had the body of a dancer, which she was.
Although she was employed as a bookkeeper, Anna had taken three dance
classes a week for 15 years.  Her breasts were small, but firm and very
pretty.  Donald loved her huge, dark nipples.  She had a tiny waist,
perfect round hips and the long, beautiful well-muscled legs of a dancer.
     She had chosen her new lingerie with tonight in mind.  She knew what
watching wrestling videos did to both of them, and she wanted to look
extra sexy for Donald tonight.  She wore a rose- colored, soft, sexy
strapless bustier that was cut very low.  It stopped right above her
navel, the only interruption on her perfectly flat stomach.  The matching
panties were tiny, and Anna loved the way her tight little fanny looked in
them.  Her high heels really showed off her long, feminine legs.  She
loved the effect!
     So did Donald!  He whistled and clapped appreciatively as she modelled
for him.  He praised her over and over, telling her how much he loved her.
     They kissed and cuddled, and Donald made slow, beautiful love to her,
lovingly bringing her to orgasm.  Anna was in heaven!

     Afterwards, Donald said, "You know, baby, that tape tonight was
really something.  I love it when we see two girls really go at each
other.  But tonight's was really dumb.  No man could lose to a woman like
that!"
     "Donald, women are a lot stronger than men!"
     "What?"
     Anna chose her words carefully.  "Maybe men have more muscles, but
women are stronger emotionally, and they can be really determined.  Think
about what they always say when somebody puts up an intense fight - they
say, 'He's fighting like a mother lion protecting her cubs.' Well, I say
women are the same way!  Give them a reason to fight, and they could beat
a man."
     "No way!"
     Anna was not about to back down.  "How about let's prove it? I'll
wrestle you, and the winner gets to name the prize for victory?"
     Donald was stunned.  "You?  Wrestle me?  You'd get killed!"
     Anna's pride was on the line now.  "Then you have nothing to lose, do
you?"
     "But...."
     "But nothing!  Every time we watch a tape, don't you tell me that I
ought to try wrestling?"
     "Yes," Donald admitted, "but I meant against another girl!"
     "That would turn you on, wouldn't it?" Anna asked, stroking his rigid
cock.
     "Yes," he gasped.
     "okay, then here's the bet.  If we wrestle and you win, I'll give you
what you've been begging me for."
     "I get my fantasy?!"
     "I'll agree to wrestle another woman topless, just like you've always
wanted," Anna said sweetly, increasing the speed of hand-pulling on
Donald's swollen cock.
     Donald couldn't believe it!  He was a wrestling match away from
living out his favorite fantasy!  "And if I lose, which could of course
never happen, what would you get?"
     "I'd get you!  Donald, you have worked like a madman building a
business, providing me with a beautiful home and a comfortable life.  But
we have not had a real vacation since our honeymoon.  So, when I win, you
have to take me to Cancun.  Bet?"
     Donald carefully thought it over.  Of course, it was hard to think
logically with his sensuous wife stroking his throbbing cock.  He'd win.
Of course.  Donald was five pounds heavier than his wife, but two inches
shorter.  And it was true that his accounting business did not give him
much exercise.  And Anna was more athletic than he was.  Still, he was a
man.  She was his wife.  He'd beat her easily.  And then, his fantasies
would come true.  He couldn't lose, could he?
     "No, baby, I can't wrestle you.  I couldn't stand the thought of
hurting you," Donald stated sincerely.
     Anna's mind was made up.  "What makes you think you could hurt me?
Besides, you've seen all those girls in the tapes. They don't get hurt.
     "Well...."  Donald was weakening as his cock hardened under Anna's
expert touch.
     "And," she added, "you've been upset with me for taking too many
dance classes, always being late and making you wait, and spending too
much money, right?"
     "Right."
     "Well, here's a good way to show me how angry you are.  And if you
can beat me, I'll take my shirt off and wrestle any hot- looking woman you
name."
     Anna's sweet voice and her soft hand, jerking off Donald, had him on
the verge of orgasm.
     In a swift move, he pushed her hand away, rolled his sexy wife onto
her pretty back and entered her.  Anna's moans soon joined Donald's.  They
came together.
     "It's a bet."

     They agreed to wrestle the following Friday night after work.
     Donald wore an old pair of running shorts.  He had purchased thick
wrestling mats and spread them over the spacious den floor. Predictably,
Anna was 20 minutes late, a habit which always made Donald's temper flare.
     When the astonishing Anna walked out, though, Donald forgot his
anger.  She had put on a skin-tight red shimmering leotard and white
tights.  Her trim body, the envy of many a 20-year-old, looked strong and
sexy.  Her huge nipples were hard and erect, clearly visible through the
thin material of the leotard. Donald's bulging erection was just as
visible.
     "Okay, baby," she cooed.  "Best three out of five falls, right?"
     Donald was breathing hard, and the match hadn't even started!  Anna
was stunning.  He couldn't wait to put her on her back.  "Let's go," he
replied, trying to sound confident.
     Although neither had ever wrestled before, they had seen dozens of
videotapes, and so they knew all the moves.
     Donald started out slowly, unsure of what to do or where to put his
hands.  He didn't want to hurt Anna.  He needn't have worried!
     Anna had studied those videotapes many times when Donald was out.
She was ready!
     In a swift move, she moved behind her husband and grabbed Donald's
arm in a hammer lock!
     Donald yelped, "Hey, easy, baby!  That hurts!"
     "Do you give?" asked the confident beauty, as she pulled up on his
arm.
     "No," he grunted.
     She increased the pressure.
     Now, Donald realized that Anna meant business!  This was not going to
be a fun, sexual roll around.  He had better be ready to fight!
     Donald worked his way free and went to his corner, signalling for a
quick time-out, wiping his face with a towel.
     "Come on, baby," Anna challenged.  "Show me how mad you are that I
went clothes shopping again today!"
     "Again!"  Donald was angry now!  He had threatened to cut up Anna's
charge cards if she so much as looked at another clothes shop!
     The enraged male shot out of his corner, ready to do battle now.  He
managed to take Anna down.  She hit the floor with a thud.
     Then, just like in the videotapes, Donald tried to pin Anna's sexy
shoulders to the mat.  It looked awfully easy on tape, but pinning a
real-life, squirming athletic woman was proving to be next to impossible.
Just when he had finally managed to get one sweet shoulder down, Anna
would bridge and knock him off balance.
     As he was struggling to subdue the energetic Anna, Donald felt his
cock and his anger growing.
     "How much money did you spend today?  Tell me!"  He leaned forward,
trying to move his knees onto Anna's shoulders.
     In a flash, the dancer's strong legs arched up high and bucked Donald
clear off.  Like a cat, Anna jumped on him!  Donald struggled to keep his
hands free, but Anna was determined to win!
     As Donald desperately struggled, he managed to keep his hands free,
but his fight was wearing him out quickly.  He relaxed for a minute, and
the agile Anna had him.  She snapped her powerful thighs around Donald's
head, smashing him in a head scissors executed as perfectly as any they
had seen on the videotapes!  Donald screamed! "I can't breathe!"
     "Do you give up?" Anna taunted.
     Donald's voice was muffled by Anna's potent thighs and the white
tights.  "No.  But I can't breathe!  It's not fair," he whined, "let me
go!"
     "No way!  Not until you submit!"
     With that, Anna arched her graceful back and straightened her legs,
increasing the pressure on her helpless husband's head.
     "Uggghhh!" he gargled.
     We wrenched one of his hands free from Anna's grip and began to claw
at her strong thigh.  His weak, pitiful struggle was doing him no good.
The dynamo dancer had him and had him good.
     "Had enough, Donald?  Are you finally ready to admit those dance
classes did me some good?"  Anna's voice was cool and controlled, in stark
contrast to Donald's pathetic cries.
     "Oww!  Uhhhn!"
     With the last of his energy, Donald somehow managed to free his head.
He could breathe!  But he couldn't move!  In a second, the raven-haired
beauty was on him again.  She quickly secured another head scissors!
     This time, Donald was turned around, so that his face was just
tantalizing inches from Anna's moist crotch.  Both of his hands pounded
feebly on her thighs, but nothing could force them to release their iron
grip.  Donald worried that he might pass out!
     "Had enough, honey?  Ready to submit to your wife?"
     Anna was humiliating him, but Donald was defenceless.  He had to give
up!
     "Uggh!  Uhhh!  Okay.  I give," he admitted, his voice choked with
pain and humiliation.  "Let go."
     "Not yet," Anna insisted.  "My legs made you submit, right? Well, I
won't let you go until you promise never, ever to harass me about taking
all my dance classes.  Promise?"
     Donald was too busy trying to breathe to answer.  His exhausted
fingers tried to pry apart Anna's thighs, but she only laughed at his
efforts.
     "No, no, Donald.  All those classes have made my legs pretty strong,
wouldn't you agree?" Anna giggled.  "Well, you always love the way they
look in those short skirts I wear for you, but now you have to love them
for their power.  Say 'I love your legs, Anna.'"
     He couldn't escape her humiliation.  "I love your legs, Anna,' he
croaked miserably.  "Let me go.  Please!"
     His hands continued to feebly pound on her white-clad legs.
     "No," she insisted.  "You don't get up until you promise never to
give me a hard time about taking so many dance classes ever again."
     "I promise," came the strangled reply from between her legs.
     Anna released him.  Donald lay on the floor, panting for breath.  His
sweet, sexy dominant wife knelt above him.
     "That was fun!" Anna said excitedly.  "You always think it's so sexy
when we watch the wrestling videotapes and one girl makes the other give
up to a head scissors.  Do you think it's sexy now?"
     The defeated man lay on the floor, his ears and face red from the
incredible punishment they had just taken.  But his pride refused to allow
him to admit his wife's victory.  No woman could beat him!
     "You got lucky,: he gasped.  "I had to give because of those damn
tights!"
     "My tights?"
     "Yeah, every time you moved your legs, it was like having a window
screen rubbed across my face!  That's why I had to give up."
     Anna was incredulous.  "Hmm.  If you really believe that, let's find
out in the next fall."
     With that, she turned and skipped out of the den, leaving Donald
still laying on the floor, disheartened, drained and out of breath.

     He had just gotten up when Anna came back into the room. She was
wearing her prettiest silk bathrobe.
     "Hi, honey," she purred.  "I told you I went shopping today. Well,
let me show you what I bought."
     She opened the belt and dropped the robe from her shoulders.
Underneath she was wearing the sexiest swimsuit Donald had ever seen!
     "Not bad for a 40-year-old," she said proudly.
     The suit was identical to the one the 6-foot blonde had worn in the
videotape they had just watched.
     "Of course, I'm not as stacked as she was," Anna said, "but still, I
thought you'd like the effect."
     It was a one-piece suit, black with deep blue trim.  It was a
one-shoulder suit, cut high over Anna's perfect hips and scooped
dangerously low in the back.  She turned provocatively in front of her
aroused mate.
     Then she signalled that they should start the next fall.
     Donald had hoped his wind would come back during the break, but years
of working as an accountant with little exercise had taken their toll.
     They met near his corner in a double headlock, but Anna quickly took
control.  Her stamina was amazing!
     In the wink of an eye, Donald was on his back, trapped in a ferocious
headlock.  Anna's arms were not as strong as her legs, but they were sure
taking their toll.  He desperately grabbed at her head, her body, trying
to fight his way to freedom.
     In the course of his struggle he ripped the shoulder strap of the
unbelievably sexy swimsuit!
     Anna increased the pressure on the headlock.  Donald was grunting and
panting, but he wasn't going anywhere.
     "I'm glad you like this suit, honey," Anna whispered.  "It only cost
me seventy-nine dollars"  And it'll only cost another ten to fix it!"
     "Seventy-nine dollars!  I'll kill you!" Donald grunted.  His words
were scrambled by the pressure on his face from Anna's strong arms and her
soft bosom.
     He made a mighty effort and broke the headlock.  But using a move she
had seen in the videotapes, Anna quickly shot her legs around his heaving
stomach and locked him in a scissors.  She twisted her knee into his
stomach for emphasis.  Then she grabbed his wrist in a tight hold, too,
adding to Donald's misery.
     "Now you can't blame my tights," Anna sang.  "It's just my skin and
your skin.  Give up?"
     Donald was beaten.  The incredible pressure from Anna's magnificent
legs made him feel like he was going to throw up.
     "I've had enough.  I give," he admitted in a sickening tone. "Let me
go."
     "Are you still mad at me for buying such an expensive swimsuit?" Anna
asked.  She hadn't eased the pressure of the scissors one bit.
     "Yes," he growled.
     Anna twisted to apply even more pressure.
     "I mean, no!" Donald shouted.
     The pressure was still terrible.  Anna shook her legs twice. Rolling
waves of pain ripped Donald's belly.  His eyes rolled in his head.
     "You can spend money on clothes any time you want!  I'll never give
you a hard time about it again.  I promise!"
     Anna got up triumphantly.  She held her torn swimsuit up to her
chest, covering her small, lovely bosom from view.
     "I guess I have to change again," she cooed.  "Don't go away.  We
still have another fall to go!"
     Donald lay flat on his back as she trotted happily toward the
bedroom, scooping up her silk robe as she went.

     Donald was still laying there, totally exhausted, when she returned a
minute later.  She was wearing the silk robe again.
     Anna walked over to the prone Donald and meowed, "I'm glad you
promised not to get upset by my shopping any more.  I want to show you the
other new suit I bought today."
     In a swift, graceful move, Anna dropped the robe off her shoulders
and stood glorious above her husband, wearing the tiniest bikini he had
ever seen.  It was a deep silver string bikini.  It tied in the front and
at the hips.  It barely covered Anna's beautiful body.
     Donald's erection was throbbing.  Anna looked sexier than he had ever
seen her!  He rose up to a sitting position.
     "How much did it cost?" he huffed.
     "You promised!"
     Anna immediately jumped on the prone Donald and, in a flash, she had
him pinned to the mat in a perfect schoolgirl pin!
     Her crotch was right below his face, her knees right next to his
ears.  Donald's arms were clamped to the mat straight over his head.  He
couldn't breathe, couldn't move!
     "And this pin makes it three falls to none, and I win the match,
right!" Anna said in a dominating tone Donald had never heard from his
quiet wife.
     He struggled, but Anna had him pinned real good.  So good, in fact,
that she decided to rub it in.
     She released his hands and bounced her tight ass on his heaving
chest.
     "Owwww!" he screamed.  "I can't breathe!"
     Anna reached up and untied the tiny bikini top.
     "You've always wanted to see me wrestle topless, haven't you"  Well,
here's you chance!"
     She wiped his face with her sweaty bikini top and began to play with
her nipples, all the while sitting on Donald's chest, holding him helpless
with her tantalizing tush and strong legs.
     "This was more fun than I ever imagined," Anna moaned, the rush of
sexual excitement distorting her voice.
     Her hands were rubbing all over her bare, sweaty breasts. Her nipples
were proudly erect.
     Donald tried again and again to escape, but he was a beaten man.
     "Admit that I've won," Anna panted, "or I'll keep you pinned there
all night!"
     "Okay, okay" Donald whined.  "I'm pinned.  You've won. Please let me
up.  I can't breathe!"
     Anna's breath was coming a bit short now, too.  She reached down with
her left hand, untying the bikini bottoms, while still playing with her
erect nipples.  Anna tossed the panty aside and groaned, "You don't go
until I come."  Then she slid up and lowered her sopping pussy onto
Donald's defenceless face!
     The next scream came not from Donald, but from Anna.  Her victory was
complete!

     A week later, on the plane to Cancun, Anna handed Donald a small,
beautifully wrapped package.
     "Open it, honey," she whispered.
     It was a videotape.  On the label it said 'Anna versus Donald.'
     "You see," she purred, "I knew you always wanted a tape of me
wrestling.  You can watch this one as often as you'd like"!