By Montrose
Down by the river is a windowless barn of a building. Giant signs, painted sometime during the early '60s, declare that the girls inside are beautiful and mostly naked. Late at night, from the outside you can hear the rhythmic bass beat pounding out the pelvic thrusts. Despite the grime, crime, and my own sheltered existence to date, the place has always held a fascination to me.
Having just broken up with my longtime sweetheart I decided to pay this temple of flesh a visit. I was lonely, horny, and to be honest, very curious to see what else was out there. Jill had been my only partner since high school and here I was a year out of college. I had developed fantasies over the years that I had never told Jill about. For instance, what was it like to wrestle with a woman my physical equal, or better?
So I entered the smoky den with pockets full of one dollar bills. I had a few fifties in reserve just in case my fantasies came true...
As the evening wore on, young ladies bumped and danced on the table before me and several other men. They took their cloths off. They rubbed on me in ways that filled my cock with blood and made my balls begged for release. And I slipped dollar after dollar into g-strings, mouths and butt cracks. They were all nice enough, but shorter than I had hoped - less athletic.
Then she stepped in. She wore a white blouse over a black leather bra, black leather mini, and long, high heeled boots. She crossed the room using astonishingly long strides, and as easily as climbing a stair, she stepped up onto the table. My heart pounded in beat to her music. She had such a powerful way of rocking her round hips and a commanding presence. Not the biggest woman on the planet, but taller than me. Even her commanding presence could not hide her girlish playfulness.
I pulled out fists full of ones. She stepped my way, smiled down on me from on high and danced. Her shirt came off and landed on my lap. She stepped down, reached under the shirt, and unbuckled my pants. Her long fingers stroked my cock as she winked at me. One of her hands felt the bulge of money in my pockets. She whispered as she measured my shaft with her palm. "I give private dances too, big man. Just ask at the desk for Beth." When she stood she took my fists full of money and slipped them into her boots.
I didn't wait for her dance to end. I was at the front desk. "Beth" I told the man.
"You want a lap dance or private room?"
"Private room." He took some money and pointed to a door behind the desk. I hurried in.
There was an old couch and a plant. A covered window looked back out into the bar. No one could see in. The paint was old, but the place was clean enough. Of course I had to wait a while since Beth was still dancing. I rehearsed how I might ask her if she would be willing to wrestle. What if she got mad and had me thrown out? I had to be polite and cautious.
Finally she arrived, wearing only the leather mini and bra. She crossed over to me and stood before me - her pert breasts jiggling as she rocked her hips - occasionally bouncing into me. Bare foot, she was only an inch or two taller than me and about the same weight.
She dropped her arms over my shoulders and looked down at me seductively. "Show me some money, big man. Nothin' happens without cash." she whispered.
I emptied my pockets onto the floor. Over two hundred dollars poured out.
She giggled and dropped to her knees before me, scooping it up. "For me?" she asked. "You really know how to impress a girl!" She crammed the cash into her bra, then rubbed her chest into my groin, pushing me back onto the couch. "Now you just tell me how to make you feel better, big man. What can I do for you?"
"Anything?" I asked.
She giggled. "Just name it?" And she leaned forward caressing my balls in her tits. "I've heard it all. Make me be naughty!" She let her bottom lip hang down in a fake pout.
"I wanna..." my mouth ran dry - did I dare? It was now or never. "Do you wrestle?" I blurted out.
"Wrestle?" she seemed surprised. "For what you paid you can unload a wad down my throat or up my ass, and all you wanna do is roll around for a cheap feel?" she shrugged. "Sure, big man! I wrestle!"
And before I could move she had me in a headlock. Her upper body strength was quite impressive for a girl, but no match for me. I flipped her to the couch, crossed her arms in front of her and held her pinned under me. She struggled and grunted.
As turned on as I was by dominating her, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. "I was hoping for more of a fight." I murmured.
Beth's cheeks grew red and anger flashed from her eyes. "Sorry to disappoint you." She grunted again and swung one long leg up and around my neck. She twisted me to the floor by my neck and squeezed with her thigh. I choked and gasped as I gazed up from under her round rump - no panties. "Is that more challenging?" she asked.
Somehow, I managed to slip my head out and staggered to my feet. She swayed before me, ready to spring. But I sprang first.
Like a cat, she side stepped and raised a knee up into my stomach as I went careening past. I fell head first into the couch. She giggled and bounced across the room. "Hey, this is fun! Lets go big man!"
I got up and tried again, this time with greater caution. I grabbed her wrists and tried forcing her to the wall. She raised one bare foot up between us and planted her heel in my face. I saw stars. She planted it again. I let go of her wrists and would have fallen back, but she grabbed mine. She smacked my face with her foot a third time, still not letting me fall.
She lifted me in a lop-sided fireman's carry and spun me in a circle, giggling the entire time. My sack dug into her shoulder painfully and my cock pulsed against her neck. I thought I would fly from her shoulders, she spun so fast! When she stopped spinning - quite abruptly - she asked, "Had enough?"
"No!" I wheezed as the room danced before my eyes. "Let me down."
"Fine." she replied and dropped my in a pile on the floor. "No one ever said Beth doesn't give her money's worth."
When the room stopped spinning I rolled to my knees and started to stand. Then she stepped over me. Her feet stomped down on either side of me and her long arms slipped around my shoulders and over my neck into a full nelson. I bucked my ass up quick, hoping to pick her up on my back. Her legs were so much longer than mine that her feet never left the ground. She slipped her heels in front of my legs and leaped forward, sending us both to the ground with her on top.
My head bounced off the floor and when she came down on top of me she drove the wind from my lungs. I lay gasping as she ripped my shirt and pants off, giggling the entire time. By the time I could breath, I was naked save my shorts. Her hands roamed my muscular torso, feeling me up like a piece of meat - like I had been looking at her.
"What a pretty boy." She whispered. "And so nicely hung, too." I blushed.
She stood and walked around me, swinging her hips and smirking. Her mini was riding up, exposing her cheeks and glistening mound. She seemed very satisfied with herself. "I had no idea I was such a good wrestler!" she said panting just a little. "You're almost as big as me, and a man, but you don't stand a chance, do you?" I didn't answer. "What's the matter. big man? Didn't you expect to lose?"
"I haven't lost yet." I grunted.
"Dreamer." she replied.
I rolled over and started to stand. She let me get most of the way up before grabbing my head in one arm and tripping me back to the floor, dropping me hard. She slammed her foot into my ribs. I curled up around it then fell limp - gasping like a fish.
"Still think you have a chance?" she asked. I just lay gasping.
I was wracked with pain. I watched her watch me as she circled me. I could see there was no point in trying to stand.
Then she moved in for the kill. She took her time settling her ass down onto my face. I tried to defend myself with my arms, but she pinned them over my head.
She stuffed my nose deep into her quim and plopped her firm, plump bottom over my mouth. I could still breath through my nose but also inhaled trickles of her juice.
"Okay." I said, muffled by her ass. "I give up. You win." Perhaps she didn't hear me. She didn't respond.
She flexed her twat muscles, clamping my nose shut! I struggled and pushed, but I could not move her enough to gain air! Just as I though I might pass out she relaxed and I snorted the sweet air from her groin in long inhales. I could hear her laughing.
I pleaded for release again, this time louder. This time she had to have heard me, but she ignored me.
She flexed again. I arched my back and twisted until I nearly tore my own head off, but I couldn't move her or break free. As dark as it was peering up under her leather mini into her meaty muff, it grew darker.
And her laughter echoed into the distance.
When I awoke she was sitting on my chest counting her money. I must have been out for some time, because she already had the bills neatly sorted and counted.
"For 231 dollars, I expected more of a fight." She slipped the cash back into her leather bra and smiled down at me. "I can't believe it! I kicked your ass, didn't I!? So many men ask for me, spend half what you spend and come all over my face. You hand me a load of cash and I wind up riding your face. Speaking of which, here's something I've always wanted to do."
She moved down to my groin and slid her lap lips down my shaft. Her long fingers tickled my sack. She lifted my dick with her other hand and played up and down it. My long rod peaked out from under her mini. From my angle it looked like it could have been her cock. She certainly was in charge of it.
She took control of my body in that moment and forced a jarring orgasm from me in two violent spasms. My jiz shot high into the air and smacked down onto my own face one load following the other, splattering from my chin to my hair. I sputtered and gagged as I swallowed a gob. My cheeks turned hot with humiliation.
"Bulls-eye!" She yelled pumping her fist and squeezing my shaft.
"This has been fun. Lets go again!" She was brimming with energy. She leaped up and offered a hand down to help me up. I had a headache that reached down my spine and bruises all up and down to say nothing of the sopping wet face. "I don't think I can." I groaned.
"You sure?" she asked with disappointment in her voice. "Look. Here's fifty bucks back. One more round, and I'll take it easy on you."
"I'm sorry." I said clutching my shoulder. It felt dislocated. I had to breath in shallow spurts to keep the pain to a minimum. Was that a fractured rib?
"Well, I gotta just try something then." She said. Without warning she planted a fist in my gut. I doubled to the floor at her feet, then I fell over fetal. I strained for air between her toes.
She dumped the fifty on my face. It stuck were it landed. "That was cool!" she said. "I am so tough!" She pumped her long slender arms and grunted. She looked very sexy. "Come back anytime, big man. Bring your money and we'll do this again. Bring extra if you want me to go easy on you."
She kicked me in the face as she stepped over me and left the room.
The man from the front desk opened the door and barked at me. "Times up. Get out or pay to see another girl."