Cindy Dynamo Goes into Business By Montrose Cindy uses Johnny to make a living I've known Cindy Sterk for five years. She's always been a spitfire and prone to crazy ideas, but this topped them all. Cindy stands just 5 feet 5 inches tall - 9 inches less than my 6 feet 2. And I have a weight advantage too, 185 pounds to her 155. At 28 years of age I'm not out of shape, but I'm not particularly athletic, I'll admit. Not like Cindy, anyway. Cindy has playing baseball and soccer for ages, and it is no accident that the teams she joins generally take the championship. She can push anyone off the ball and outrun anyone in soccer, and she's good for at least one home run per game in baseball. As the pitcher, she seldom needs more runs than she drives in. She's thrown more shut outs than Nolen Ryan. Killer fast ball. College scholarships. But she never wrestled, for some reason. Just never got around to it. But now she's 21 and looking for a way to make fast money, without reporting to anyone. She came over to my apartment and started floating the idea of her becoming a "session girl" as she put it. "But Cindy," I tried explain, "you have, like, zero experience." "I've been lifting weights for years!" she protested. "And I'm a damn good athlete." She had me there. She had done her homework, too. She had studied wrestling videos on the internet, particularly submission moves. She hadn't tried any of them - she lacked a partner - but she was sure she could do it. She also showed me sites where girls got paid plenty to wrestle men. Ladies bigger than Cindy, I tried to point out, and more experienced, were standing over the defeated bodies of their victims like big game hunters. I have to admit, it got me hot, especially with Cindy sitting next to me, obviously getting worked up looking at the sample videos. "I could do that!" she panted as she watched a man get his neck crushed between iron thighs. Her hand strayed toward her groin. I looked down at her thighs. She sure was built for it. On a drunken night, she had told me her measurements. They leaped to mind as I admired her firm legs. 36D-26-36. She has pumped her biceps up to 15 inches in recent months. No doubt she had the temperament for it - very competitive. I wondered why we hadn't wrestled. The thought got my heart pounding. Cindy already knew I longed for her. Last year for a couple weeks, we made out on my coach every night. She seemed to enjoy driving me mad with lust and then walking out. She always stopped me before I could get any of her damn cloths off, or cum in mine. I always ended up with a bad case of blue ball and her just smiling at me saying what a fun time she had. I resorted to calling up one of her friend after she left, an easy lay named Tina. More about that later. Stupidest thing I ever did, though. Cindy said she didn't approve, and wouldn't neck with me anymore. And she made Tina stop coming over, too. Now we're all "just friends." "So, you really think you can fight a big man?" I asked. "Totally stomp him, like these ladies?" "With these guns?" she said. She lifted her arms and pulled back her hair, as an excuse to flex in my face. Her eyes closed and she smiled. I adjusted the growing boner in my pants while she wasn't looking. "Piece of cake." She leaned in to me. My heart stopped. "No problem." She was not masculine looking like some muscular women, far from it. Cindy is so hot, with her cute dimples and baby blue eyes. I gulped. She was teasing me. Again, damn it! I wondered if I could pin her and fuck her right there. I was so much bigger. Those "guns" of hers were way bigger than mine. "In fact," she continued, "maybe what I need is some practice, and to get some material for advertising. Maybe work up some routines. Some gimmicks." "Maybe," I whispered. I was half in a trance, looking into her playful blue eyes. I hated and loved when she did this too me. It was lucky for her I'm respectful enough to have never attacked her and taken advantage. "I'm glad you agree!" she bounced up and down with excitement. Her boobs bounced in her tight midriff top. "How about I'll be Cindy Dynamo, cuz I like the name. You can be my customer. Looser number one, or whatever. So, what kind of sessions do you like?" "Huh?" Sessions? I've never been on a... "Body worship? Smothering? Fantasy role-play? Competitive wrestling? Domination?" She was reading them off a site. "A worldly man like you must have done this kind of thing before." She stroked my arm, warmly. "I uh..." my mouth went dry! I couldn't talk! All my blood was in my tool. Cindy giggled. "I bet you want competitive wrestling followed by fantasy role-play. Am I right?" "Oh my god..." I moaned. She cocked her head to one side. "You're not going to pass out, are you? You look funny." I shook myself. "No!" I said. "I'm fine. We're really going to wrestle?" My heart pounded with joy! "Yeah, bright boy! You're catchin' on! I'll have pictures taken... we'll see where it goes." "Pictures?" "Of course. I gotta have samples and stuff to sell." I didn't hear all that because a thought occurred to me. "So, what if I win?" Cindy threw her head back and laughed. Her hooters jiggled as she held her firm belly. "It could happen," I mumbled, but even though I towered over her, I felt some doubts myself. Cindy just laughed harder. "You are precious, you know that?" She patted me on the back. "Don't ever change." "No, " I said. "What if I pin you, or make you submit or whatever? Stop laughing!" She tried to stop. She settled down a bit. "What do I get, if I win?" I demanded. "IF you win? Big IF there, Johnny boy! But... hmmm..." She put a finger to her left dimple and looked up at the ceiling. "How about, IF you win..." She pushed me into the desk chair and slid down, straddling my lap. She breathed in my ear and whispered. "If you win, I'll do anything you want, big boy, any way you want it, anytime you want it. I'll be your sex slave, forever. Your toy. My body will be at your beck and call. How does that sound?" She pushed her chest into mine and nibbled my ear. I felt her hot clam pressing down on my boner. She mashed it on my meat. "Oh my god!" I moaned again and grabbed her hard ass with both hands. I kissed her neck. Cindy giggled. "But let's come back from planet Make Believe," she said and stood up, pushing out of my grip. "That ain't never gonna happen. What's really gonna happen is I'm going to kick your silly ass and humiliate you, then I'm gonna play games with your defeated body. Okay? Sound fun? I've got lots of ideas." She was pacing, now. "And I'm gonna take all kinds of pictures of it to show the world. Okay? You'll be a famous looser! Sound good?" I stood and rubbed her shoulders. They were so smooth and wide and powerful. She had me worked up. "I can't wait to mount you from the rear," I whispered. I just know I'm gonna win! Her big round ass is probably as tight as a button hole. I'll use her hair to yank back as I drive my bone home! "You got a deal," I snarled. Finally, I'm gonna fuck this hellcat! She laughed. "Keep dreaming!" she said. "I'll come back with some props and photographers tomorrow. You find something tough-guy-ish to wear, okay? Try not to look like a push-over." She looked down at my lap. "Maybe something to show off that big lap snake of yours." She winked and then strutted out. After a long, cold shower, I went shopping for tough-guy-ish clothes. It took me hours to wonder to myself, photographers? Props? Famous looser? The photographers turned out to by Cindy's friends Liz and Tina. Tina's the one I fucked when I couldn't have Cindy; a bob-cut blonde Amazon, two inches taller than me with wide, round hips and big floating ba-zoom-bas. She admits to weighing 200 pounds, but I've bounced on her and I'm sure she tips the scale at closer to 225 - firm but fleshy, lost of fun. She's as gentle as a lamb and almost as bright. She is also very giving and docile. I've had her from every direction, but she never got possessive or greedy. I think she just likes taking it hard from a man as worked up as I was after Cindy played with me. Nice girl. She is my idea of an angel, but not really as feisty as I like them. A little too tame. A gentle giantess. Liz is a total contrast. Real small, maybe 5 feet even and 95 pounds of wiry bitch. She has cropped red hair and a short temper. Actually, I think she has a thing for Cindy. She hardly ever talks to me, but she'll do anything Cindy tells her to. Once she cooked an entire four course meal for all of us, just because Cindy commanded it. Both girls were wearing black slacks and tees and carrying digital cameras. Tina was loaded down like a pack mule, but she didn't buckle under the load. She set down a big duffle bag that clanked when it hit the floor. I tried lifting it. That angel is stronger than she looks. I had on a camouflage muscle shirt and kaki shorts. Cindy walked in last. She was radiant in a soft pink V-neck that hugged her curves and showcased her cleavage and biceps. Her ruffled white skirt barely covered her meaty ass. Her panties were virgin whites - I could see them when she swung her hips. Her tan legs were naked. On her feet were white anklets and pink tennis shoes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in one thick braid. "You ready to do this?" she asked in a baby-doll voice. I'm going to steer you around the room using that braid while I ride your ass, I thought. "Let's do it!" I snarled. When we locked up Tina and Liz got busy with the cameras. I thought they might get in the way, but Cindy steered us so that didn't happen. I have to admit, Cindy was in charge from the first second. I ran into her like hitting a wall. Cindy twisted me down and stuck my face up against her firm tits. She has a sizable rack, as I've mentioned. She got me in a choking headlock and pressed my face deep into her left boob. She turned my toward Liz. "You getting' this?" Cindy asked. "Yes'm," said Liz as she snapped shot after shot. "Try punching him in the eye!" "Too soon," said Cindy. "Hey Tina, close up." "Yes, Cindy," said the big blonde and zoomed in on my gasping face. "Call me Miss Dynamo," said Cindy. "Yes, Miss Dynamo," replied Tina, as passive as ever. I grabbed Cindy's leg in both hands, but I couldn't lift it. She braced herself against me. And she kept twisting my head like she wanted to pull it off. I yelped. She laughed. After only 34 seconds of this I started crying, "Let up! I can't breath! You're killing me! Let up!" Liz and Cindy laughed. Tina whispered, "It's okay, little baby. Oohhh. That's gotta hurt. Poor baby." She has a tender heart. "Sorry, sweetie," said Cindy. "We're just getting started." Cindy does not have a tender heart. But she did let go, eventually. I hit the floor hard, too fucked up to figure out which way was up. We were 1 minute and 21 seconds into the match. "Tina, Get a close up of me sitting on his face," Cindy commanded. "Yes, Miss Dynamo." Tina obediently brought the video camera in close. Cindy pinned my arms with her legs and sat down with my nose stuffed up her panties. Her cheeks covered my face from forehead to chin. I struggled. She tucked my legs under her arms. I was totally stuck. Now I really couldn't breath. Too much ass in my face! I began to think, does she know I can't breath? NOT AT ALL? Will she get up before I die? The thought scared the shit out of me! I mean, this bitch had never done this before! I started fighting for all I was worth, but I couldn't move! I NEEDED AIR! I tried tapping out. I could feel Cindy shaking with laughter. DID SHE EVEN KNOW WHAT TAPPING OUT MEANT? She rolled off before I died, but not by much. I sucked air. Without a break, she mashed my face up her ass and scissored my neck. She crushed my windpipe in waves. "Please!... Please... stop!" I gasped in the moments that I could. "But Johnny," Cindy said in her little girly voice, "I thought you were going to beat me up and have your way with me!" They all laughed, even Tina. Cameras circled. "You better get started with that beating you're gonna give me." More laughing. "Wow, is his face red," gasped Tina. "His entire head is red. Are you sure you're not killing him, Cin... I mean... Miss Dynamo?" Cindy got up. "Wow! Cool!" she said. "It really is red! Almost purple! Watch me put him on the rack!" She pulled me up by my shoulder-length hair and lifted me onto her shoulders. I couldn't have stood on my own. The fight was only minutes old, I hadn't done a damn thing, and she was moving me from one torture to another at will! She jumped up and down with me on her shoulders, face up. She giggled as her tits bounced for the camera. She pulled down on my chin and one leg. It felt like she would snap me in half! "I give! I surrender!" I yelled. "Oh GOD! You're killing me! I give up!" "You give up? Who cares? Why should I give a fuck if you give up?" Cindy laughed. She spun around until I thought I would puke, then she set me gently on my feet. I was so dizzy and weak, I fell over. She experimented with various ways to apply scissors and figure fours up and down my body, practicing everything she had been studying. She seemed partial to cramming my face in her crotch and applying a figure four scissors. She undulated her panty-clad clam in my face, getting off as she watched me turn purple. "Will you punch him now?" asked little Liz. "What the hell," said Cindy. She punched my eyes as she held me in a body scissors. She stood me up against a wall and threw a series of blows into my belly. I crumpled on her shoulder as she hammered away. She brushed me off and I fell to the floor, making odd noises. Tina got a close-up of me making faces like a fish out of water as I tried to breath. Cindy dropped on me and tried more scissors holds. I was too weak to even beg for mercy. The girls had to stop to insert extra storage discs in the cameras. Then they kept on going. I drifted in and out of consciousness. When I heard Cindy demanding that I lick something or kiss something else, I just did it. I can't say if I was making out with her butt, her tits, her feet or what. Not at the time. But I have watched the video often enough. It was all of the above. After 48 more minutes of brutality, she lifted me, walked me over and dumped me onto the desk chair. She straddled me, like before, keeping me from falling out of the chair. "Man, Johnny, your face is totally fucked up," she said. "You look like a train wreck." "unghu?" I replied. Seeing the video later, I can say she was right. My face was red and swollen. I couldn't open my eyes all the way. She, however, looked as fresh as a daisy. "I think it's time for a makeover!" she yelled. "Tina, you big slut! The bag!" "Yes, Miss Dynamo." Tina brought forward the heavy duffle bag. From it, Tina took out a big makeup case. There was a lot more stuff in there. "We are going to make you look sooooo pretty!" Cindy giggled. "unghu?" I replied. "You want us to do that, right?" Cindy asked. She grabbed my hair and nodded my head yes for me. "Good girl," she said and kissed my nose. "Tina, hold his head up." "Yes, Miss Dynamo." Cindy put makeup on me. I don't mean the very little amount that she wore. I mean she made me look like a fucking cheap-ass hooker. I had blue eye shadow up to my eyebrows. I had black mascara and rouge and lots of fuck-me-red lipstick. She even put my hair up into two perky pony tails. "Get some shots of this gorgeous girl!" Cindy said. Liz and Tina moved in and blinded me several times with the flash while Cindy held my head in place. She even squeezed my cheeks so that it looked like I was puckering for a kiss. The girls laughed and laughed. She dropped me to me knees and pressed my lips to her ass. The camera got a close-up of my lipstick mark on her panties. They got more close-ups of my lipstick marks on her pink tennis shoes and the top of her boobs sticking out of her blouse. Then she dropped her panties and got a shot of my lip marks on her shaved clam. I wish I remembered kissing her clam. It looked really tasty in the video. I jerk off to that part all the time. I kept breathing and gathering strength. As it was I could barely lift my own arms. Then Cindy tore the shirt off of me. "Blouse!" she commanded. Liz handed her a frilly white blouse from the duffle. Tina held me up while Cindy slipped me into it. I was still too weak to struggle. I was beginning to come out of it, but I was tired and beat up. I wasn't at all sure that she hadn't cracked a rib or two with her scissors and punches. Cindy stood me up. "Tina, put him in the full nelson, like I showed you." Tina slipped a full nelson on me easy as pie. It was in the video of this that I realized how powerful Tina's shoulders were. She was as gentle as a lamb, but she probably could have popped my head off. She stood their, meekly holding me as ordered. Cindy tugged my pants down, followed by my boxers. "Oh my!" said Tina. She always liked the sight of my hard bone. She peeked over my shoulder and stared down at it, her eyes gleaming. She actually smacked her full lips. Liz was catching it all on video. As beat up as I was, I was still at full salute. My dong waived proudly back and forth. Liz zeroed in on my cock. Maybe Liz wasn't a lesbian after all. Bi, most likely. Maybe 70/30 gay? Anyway, Cindy picked up her panties and slipped them onto me! Damn they felt good - I remember that -slightly moist. She tugged them up, almost nutting me on them. They were big on my smaller butt, but the front didn't have the coverage it took to hold back my pole. I stuck out the top and wagged. "That big rod of yours is positively indecent," Cindy mumbled. But in the video I could see her cheeks flush. It was the first time she ever saw it. She smacked her lips, too. But instead of blowing me, Cindy pulled a pleated skirt from the bag and put that on me too. I sigh every time I see the video. The crazy bitch had dressed me up in her old school girl uniform. The skirt on my longer legs was way too short. And the blouse hung loose in the front. "Oh yeah, you're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" Cindy said as she absent-mindedly stroked my pole. I was mostly conscious now and really enjoying her attention. "How would you like a long, hard fuck?" she asked. "Oh God yes! PLEASE!" "You wanna long, hard fuck?" she asked again. "PLEASE!" "Are you beggin for it?" "I'm BEGGING!" I growled. "Let's fuck!" I strained down toward her, but Tina still held me in a full nelson. "Okay, pretty girl," said Cindy, "but remember, you begged." That's when she pulled the big strap on cock out of the bag. And then came the shackles. "Oh no..." I moaned. "Oh dear god, no..." I fought but Tina easily controlled me as Cindy clamped my feet into the ankle bar shackles. "Sorry honey," Tina cooed in my ear. "Just try to relax. You're really lucky, you know. I wish she would fuck me with that big thing." I fought. No use. Tina held me while Cindy shackled my wrists to my heavy coffee table. Then Cindy got behind me and lifted the skirt. She pushed the ill-fitting panties to the side. "You ready for a long, hard fuck, sweetheart?" she asked. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T!" "Now, don't be a cock tease," Cindy laughed. She enjoyed that one, her being the biggest cock tease that ever lived. She sank that big bone up my ass and hammered like she was ripping up a highway. When she finally stopped, 37 minutes later on the uncut video, she was covered in sweat. "Damn good workout!" she panted. She left the dick up my ass, unstrapped herself and slid up to my head. She crushed my skull in her legs. "Unhook him, Tina." "Yes, Miss Dynamo." Tina took off my shackles. I whimpered as I felt my skull bend. "So Johnny..." said Cindy. "Next time I set you up with blue ball, I don't want you calling big Tina here. You got that?" "Anything you say!" I gasped. She squeezed. I yelled. "Promise?" she asked. "Don't make me fuck you again to convince you I'm serious." "I swear! I promise! I swear to god!" I yelled. She let my skull free and I fell to the floor between her legs. My ass was on fire. She put her heel on my neck and choked me. "Next time I give you blue ball you keep it and walk funny until it goes away. You got that?" "Yes, Miss Dynamo," I gasped. She smiled down. "Good girl," she said. She pointed to Tina. "You! Eat me!" "Yes, Miss Dynamo," said the gentle giantess. She kneeled over my head. Cindy grabbed Tina's short blonde hair and back-handed the big girl across the face, leaving a red mark. Liz got a close-up. "Don't you ever fuck anyone unless I tell you to. You got that?" snarled Cindy as she pointed a finger in Tina's face. "But, Cindy..." Tina began. The big girl loved getting laid. SMACK! Cindy slapped her so hard it left a bruise. SMACK! SMACK! Came two more. "Yes, Miss Dynamo," said Tina with tears running down her face. Cindy pushed the big girl's face into her bald beaver. "Good girl," she said. "Now lick." Tina lapped at Cindy's shaved muff. She drove Cindy to a standing orgasm, then licked up the dribbling juice. "Liz, baby, my ass," panted Cindy. Liz put down the video camera pointed at Cindy and did as told. Both girls worked her over as she stood on my neck. I choked. She came. Later, she sold rights to the video and bought a car. I'm sure glad she gave me a copy. Don't you wish you had one? You should see the one where she made Tina and Liz fight over her. Look it up.