Connie 
By Montrose
Connie is an Amazon in training

The ad said, "Wanted: sparring partner to train women wrestlers. No 
medical. Pay commensurate with victories. Evenings."  Without loads of 
cash, and pushing 40, I figured this was my best bet for having this 
kind of fun with strong young women.

The facilities were in the basement of an unmarked escort service, 
tucked between a bookstore and a palm reader. A lovely older woman 
answered phones and made appointments in the front office. A tall 
blonde named Tina took me to the mats downstairs.

"As it happens we need somebody to fill in tonight. Our regular is too 
damaged to continue. I'm trying to teach Connie here how to make the 
match last," Tina pointed to a lovely Irish looking lass.

Connie stood towering over me in her white two piece bathing suit. Her 
skin was pale white and freckled. Her face was wide and full, as were 
her lips, shoulders, breasts, and buttocks. The two piece showcased 
her hard, but ample belly.

"She's big," I whispered.

"And strong," said Connie in a darling voice. She flexed her biceps at 
me. They expanded to the size of my head. She wasn't a body builder, 
but under that girlish chub were great rolling hills of prime meat. 

"I'm 6' 2" tall, 200 pounds, and built to hurt men like you." She ran 
her big hands from her gravity defying breasts to her hips, listing 
her dimensions as she went, "40, 36, 42. You like?"

She already knew I liked. The bulge in my pants was quite prominent. 
You could see my rod twitch under the cloth. I just gulped and tried 
to take my eyes from her form. God did she enjoy being looked at! How 
she strutted and posed as Tina briefed me on the working arrangement.

"Here's how it works. I'm training Connie, so she has to follow my 
direction during the match. You just fight to win. If you make her 
submit, she owes you $50. The more you make her submit, the more she 
owes you. She doesn't get anything for making you submit. Just the 
right to wrestle actual clients when she can do it like I tell her to. 
Got it?"

Tina lead me through stripping down and warming up, then we began.

At 6' and 180 pounds I was not used to being intimidated by a young 
girl, but here I was. Connie circled me like a red-headed cat. She 
couldn't be a day over 21. I circled and kept out of reach. Tina 
watched from the perimeter and barked out directions to Connie.

"That's right Connie, let it build. Let him look you over."

I dove for her left leg. She slipped it out of the way as I went 
sprawling. She stomped on my back, stepped over me, and waited for me 
to get up.

"Good girl," said Tina, "now move in decisively, but don't make him 
submit - don't hurt him yet."

Connie lunged, drove a knee into my stomach as she held onto my head, 
then flipped me up onto her shoulder face up. Her hand around my neck 
served to hold me in place and cut off my air. My back bent painfully. 
I gasped and whimpered.

"Too much, damn it Connie!" yelled Tina, "not yet! now set him down!"

Connie rolled me off her shoulder and into her arms where she gently 
set me on my feet. For a moment I remained clutched to her bosom, 
looking up into her big green eyes. Her smile nearly made me come in 
my shorts, as did her hot firm flesh rubbing the length of my body. 

"I forget how weak and fragile you are," she purred into my face. Then 
she stiff armed me away. I rolled to a stop on the other side of the 
mat.

"That was too much Connie," repeated Tina, "that is a submission hold, 
not a domination move. Now move in and do it right." 

I struggled to my feet. Connie scrambled up to me and lifted me in a 
small package, crushing me into a ball in her cleavage. She mashed my 
face down into my groin and held me there. Tina said something I 
couldn't hear with Connie's tits and my legs around my ears. Then 
Connie dropped me to the mat.

As I rose to my knees Connie slipped behind me and crossed my arms in 
front of my throat, then placed her knee in my back. She pulled on my 
wrists choking me on my own arms.

"Not too much, girl," said Tina, "just until his face gets red... 
wait... wait..." her voice began to fade. "Now!" Then Connie let go of 
my wrists and rode my head down into the mat were she sat, engulfing 
my head under her wide ass.

I could breath, sucking in her musky smell, and used the moment to 
pull myself together. When she crawled off of me she left her back to 
me just long enough and I took my chance. I hopped onto her back like 
mounting a pony, then grabbed her left arm and pulled it way back in 
an arm-bar. The unexpected move drove her face into the mat, pinning 
her right arm under her belly. I pushed hard into the arm-bar with my 
entire body. My groin rubbed into the knotted muscle of her shoulder. 
My stomach pressed into her biceps and elbow. I used both arms to 
control her forearm and keep her hand twisted the right way. Then I 
used my legs and back to push that arm up and to her back.

"Good move, boy!" yelled Tina. "Teach her a lesson! Push hard!"

I doubled my efforts. Connie howled, but did not submit. She pressed 
back and almost knocked me off. I kept my position and pressed down 
again. Connie cried out several time before finally submitting. 

Just then a call came for Tina, her agent. "I better get that. You two 
rest. Connie, pay the man his fifty bucks."

Connie found her purse on a chair and came back with the cash. I 
smiled and held out my hand. She slapped it away.

"Not so fast, you little shit!" spat Connie. "I'll teach you to 
embarrass me in front of the coach!" 

She backhanded and chased me all around the room before cornering me. 
She hoisted me over her head and ran back to the mat. Once there she 
dropped me stomach down over her bent knee, knocking the wind from me.

As I gulped for air she flipped me over and stretched my back the 
wrong way over her knee. She tore my shorts off, rolled the bills up, 
and slipped them up my ass. Then she picked me up in that tight cradle 
position and forced my face down to the money.

"Now pull them bills out before I stuff your head up there with them!" 
she growled. It was easy, really. She had done all the work getting my 
head down there.

With the bills in my teeth, she dropped me and told me to get dressed.

Once I had my shorts back on she grabbed me and held me close. She 
lifted me from the ground as she pressed me deep into her cleavage. 
She rubbed me seductively, sending my cock to red hot, bursting vein, 
bonerville. "Please don't hurt me," I whispered.

"Of course I'm going to hurt you, silly," she whispered, "that's my 
job. But if you don't want to end up in the hospital, I suggest you 
never pull that shit on me again." 

She bent down and kissed me hard, ramming her tongue down my throat 
and smearing her spit over my face, neck, and ears. Her groin pulsed 
against mine as she grabbed at my ass. I humped against her flesh and 
soon mounted to climax and came. My rod was peaking over the top of my 
shorts and the load smeared from Connie's belly button all the way up 
to her full chest.

I thought I was dead for sure. But she just laughed and wiped it off 
with my shirt. She pushed my face down and made me clean the glob from 
her belly button with my tongue.

"Men are so easy," she said as she towered over me, "I can make you 
come even when I threaten your life. I love that," she patted me on 
the head.

Just then Tina returned. "I see you two have been making friends," she 
said seeing me on my knees before Connie. "Now its back to work. 
Connie, I want you to re-establish dominance, but don't take him out 
yet."

Connie lifted me to my feet and tucked my head under her arm in a 
reverse standing headlock. My struggles were nothing to her. When I 
pushed at her arms she just slapped my hands away like pesky flies. 
She twisted my head this way and that in her armpit.

"Good girl. Now have some fun with him."

Connie slipped my right arm between her legs, with my head still 
tucked beneath her arm, and humped the back of my elbow. As her 
thrusts got more violent she almost ripped my head and arm clean off! 
I begged to submit, but couldn't be heard over Connie's groans, 
especially with my mouth buried in her pit.

It got so she had a hard time standing, so she dropped me to the 
canvas and rode my face. To help her climax more quickly and end the 
beating her thrusts delivered I pulled her bottoms off and probed with 
my tongue.

She came in buckets and bellows. Her orgasm was a powerful testament 
to the passion of women.

When she stood I could see Tina had been diddling herself as she 
watched. Her fingers were covered with a sticky, golden goo. "hmmm. 
Very nice, girl," panted Tina, "now finish him off."

"Yes coach," said Connie.

"No wait." I whimpered. "I'm done! I sub"

Connie slapped me into silence, flung me over her head, kicked me in 
the back as I came down, then jumped and slammed her ass down onto my 
torso as I lay twitching on the mat.

Unable to speak I lay, suffocating under her mass. Just before I 
passed out she rolled off and turned her back. "Look, " she said in a 
girlish voice. "A free shot. You gonna take it and try to make me 
submit?" 

Her big moist ass waved in my face. "I submit." I mouthed, but I don't 
think anyone heard me.

Connie sat on my face as she pulled her socks and shoes on. She and 
Tina made plans for a late dinner. As they left they dropped me in the 
alley.

"Come again if you can," said Tina. "I got lots of girls to train."

If only I could live so long.