All I wanted was a few videos. Being nervous about my neighbors finding out that I have a thing for powerful women, I drove all the way into the city. There I found a hip little shop that carried more wrestling, facesitting, and domination videos than I would ever be able to keep up with! I had my list gleaned from the Internet tucked in my pocket.
I entered and kept my shades on. Not much of a disguise, but enough to make me feel brave. First I just stood stunned before the rows and rows of boxes, each portraying women easily crushing the will from some hapless dope. I envied each hapless dope as I scanned the garish covers and grew wood in my pants.
But I was getting nowhere. I noticed several binders on the counter just to the right of the broad shouldered matron who ran the place. She looked like she could have been on one of these boxes. Not that old (40 maybe?), an obvious dye job, big red lips, thick arms... Her gray T-shirt stretched to cover her ample chest. It had been cut to expose a padded but muscular belly (she must work out). Black spandex covered her wide hips and hugged her strong legs to just past her knee. She was smothering a barstool. From her feet dangled 5-inch black stiletto pumps that looked worse for the wear of supporting her. Her toenails looked newly painted, bright red. The only jewelry she wore was studded leather finger-less gloves.
After looking at those boxes and seeing this woman I could barely stand the throbbing in my pants. At 35 years of age I had dated a few tall women in my past, but mostly long ago. I hadn't found a woman who wanted to wrestle in over ten years. Sure, there were the $300 women, but I had other things that took up that kind of cash. Mortgage for one.
But I had set aside this day to come into the city, get my videos, drive home and spend the weekend on something I had dubbed a "drunken spunk-fest". Two days of videos, beer, and hand-jobs. May he who is without a pubic hair on his palm cast the first stone.
I plucked up my courage and stepped up to the counter. The woman kept flipping through her copy of Variety magazine. The binders were alphabetical - perfect for my needs. They had 14 of my top 20 requests! I highlighted the ones from my list they had in stock and stepped in front of the woman.
"Ready?" she asked immediately, looking up from her reading and smiling warmly. My heart fluttered and I froze. I could not respond at first. As I was about to she stood up, the stool creaked, and I grew frightened all over again. I stepped back one pace. Even without her heels on she towered over me. My head came up to her shoulders at the most.
She looked amused at my terror. She bent over, reached across the counter with one long arm, and grabbed my wrist in an iron grip. She pulled me hard back to the counter clutching my wrist so firm my hand went numb. Then she slipped my list from my weakened grip. Her face was very close to mine. I could smell a mixture of cigars and makeup and musky skin.
She stood tall and read my list. Her eyebrows arched and a smile lifted her heavy lips. "You seem to favor videos where women sit on men's heads." She commented. "There are some good ones here. You like that sort of thing do you?"
I could not respond.
"I know I do." she growled in a low voice. Her eyes drew me in, big and moist, round and deep, mysterious brown. I felt hypnotized standing before her. "As it happens I have a free evening. I think I'll spend it on you." she continued.
I was shocked out of my stupor! She must be talking $300 at least! "I don't have... I'm just..." I stammered as I pulled my wad of cash out - a grand total of $47 in small crumpled bills.
She rolled her eyes. "Keep your change." She smirked. "Besides, it's not your pleasure and desires we will be focusing on. The fact that there is an overlap is just icing on the cake."
The bell above the store's door rang and I nearly shit my pants! I jumped toward the big woman and clutched the counter. In stepped a middle-aged man with thin dark hair hanging in his eyes and a stoop to his shoulders.
"Take the counter, Steve." commanded the woman. "I'm taking the rest of the night off." Then she grabbed my neck and pulled me around the counter. Her hand reached two thirds of the way around my neck and made my heart pound in my ears. I could do nothing but follow where she made me go.
She pushed me through a doorway that lead to a stairway going up. I heard Steve say, "How does she expect this place to make money if she keeps upstaging the product?"
She pushed me in front of her and on up the stairs. On the way up she filled her hands with my ass, occasionally slapping it hard enough to make my leap up a few steps. Once she lifted me with her hands under my ass and tossed me up four steps. I started to tumble back down but she was there pushing me upward.
By the time we got to the top of the long flight I was breathless and she was on me. I mean she had overtaken me and now straddled my back! From there she stepped up to my neck.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and commanded me to rise. With joy in my heart I grabbed her hard legs under my arms and pushed up. My back nearly gave way. I strained and my face got beet red, but soon I had her big feet floating high above the floor. I had to walk slowly - she was quite a load!
Then she kicked my sides with her heels and bounced hard on my neck nearly driving me to the ground! "Giddy-up!" She shouted!
I did my best to gallop her about that upstairs apartment, but in less than fifteen minutes of her bouncing up and down on me, I dropped to the floor. She mashed the back of my head into her groin. Smothering me with her big hands, she used my skull to reach climax, not even bothering to remove her spandex pants! This took a while. I could snatch bits of air as she shifted her grip now and then, but not enough to stay awake.
When I came to, she had all my clothes off, yet she had only removed her pants. She had me pinned up against a wall with her body and was fondling my sack with one hand and nibbling my neck. She was having a grand time.
I reached for her breast but she grabbed my hand and pinned it behind my back. She crushed it between the wall and my back so she didn't need to hold it there. Then she did the same thing with the other hand. As she did this she grabbed my head and stuffed her tongue in my mouth for a sloppy kiss. I lurched and pressed against her for all I was worth, fighting back. With what little breath she allowed me I fought back! She laughed at me efforts.
She ravaged me freely and all I could do was take it no matter how hard I fought - pinned standing against the wall. She chuckled down at me. "Feisty little thing, aren't you. That won't last long."
She lined my cock up with her crotch and slid up and down over it. Her eyes were closed as she rhythmically mashed me into the unforgiving plaster.
This time I was awake for her violent climax. She shouted and growled and head butted me for 2 full minutes as she came. Her panties absolutely dripped I and hadn't touched what was in them yet.
"God damn I needed that." She moaned as she stepped back wiping sweat from her brow. I started to slide down the wall. She lifted me onto her shoulders in firemen's carry and dropped me roughly in front of a kitchen chair.
"Take off my panties." She puffed.
I complied as quickly as I could given the browses and fatigue. It was slow going at first, they were a tight fit and soaked through. They smelled great.
She plopped into the chair and lit up a half-smoked cigar. I knelt at her feet, waiting, not knowing what to expect next. She nursed her cigar into a perfect cherry like she was giving it head. Her full lips worked the shaft as she rotated it in her mouth. I envied that cigar. (Was she getting ready to blow me?)
When she was happy with that task she spread her legs, looked down at me and said in a flat tone, "Clean me up." (Apparently not.)
I started at the cum that had dripped down to her heel and worked my way up to her glistening quim, catching every sweet drop of nectar. As I worked I got even stiffer. My hand wandered to my balls and rod.
"Get yer filthy hands off my balls you piss-ant." She growled. A shiver ran through me and I stopped masturbating. "That is my meat between yer legs little man. You understand me?"
"Ye, ye, yes miss." I stuttered.
"The only thing you own is the will to serve me."
"Yes miss."
Her leather-clad hand came out of nowhere and slapped me to the ground. My head bounced off of the hardwood floor and I nearly blacked out! "Did I ask you a question?"
I tried to remember. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs.
"That's right. I didn't. If I want your worthless opinion I'll give you one." She snarled. "Now get back to work." She stuffed the cigar back in her mouth with one hand and spread her lap-lips with the other.
I spent the next half-hour serving her on my knees. As I did, bringing her to a series of gentle, rolling orgasms, I had time to think.
It occurred to me that even though we were having some fun it was very one-sided. She hadn't asked me what I'd like to do. I mean, the game playing was fine, but my sack was about to burst and she was already on her fifth or seventh climax! But how to step out of the game and not ruin it?
As she tapped out the cigar, with a far-away dreamy look in her eyes, I made my move. I leaped up onto her and planted my head between her breasts. She still had her T-shirt on, but no bra. I crushed her massive rack to either side of my head. My cock danced against her firm thigh. NOW we were getting somewhere!
But it only lasted a moment. She stood clutching my throat in her hands and lifting me to look her in the eye. My feet dangled and my heart pounded in my ears!
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked, not angrily, but amused.
"pppplease..." I gasped. Spots appeared before my eyes.
"Do you think we're sharing sex here?" She laughed at me. "You idiot. I'm using you. This is not a game. I don't intend to make it fun for you unless you can make me - and that doesn't look to be happening now, does it? You gonna rape me big man? I don't think so. Am I raping you? Ya. That seems to be what's happening."
The room went black and she dropped me to the floor. "Now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." she said like a mother to a toddler. She sat on my chest and pinned my shoulders with her knees. She tugged on her studded leather gloves. "I think I'll soften up yer face for a while. You go ahead and stop me if you can." she said, mocking me.
She made a fist and drove it into my face. I screamed out like a schoolgirl, but could do no more.
She giggled like a young girl herself. "Do you like that?" she asked in an innocent lilt. "We'll then here's another." And she hit me again.
I struggled and bucked to no avail. She giggled and taunted me from above. She didn't even need to hold on! Every once in a while another punch came down from on high and crushed into my face.
Eventually she grew tired of the new game. She stood and I gulped air, bleeding between her feet.
"Get up." She commanded.
I didn't move. She stomped on my stomach and I curled up around her big foot. Snot blasted from my nose.
"Get up." She repeated in the same tone. Somehow I managed to struggle to my knees, and from there to my feet. I remained doubled over. "Shit, you're a mess." she commented. She pulled off her top and whipped it onto my face. "Clean up. You're making me sick."
Her breasts bobbed free and magnificent over my head. I used the warm cloth to wipe the snot, sweat, and blood away. She looked fresh as a daisy. She searched in the kitchen and found a styptic pencil, a glass, and a bottle of whiskey. She let me use the pencil to stop the bleeding, but kept the hooch for herself.
Six quick shots later she wiped her lips and said, "I'm ready." She grabbed my sack hard, raising a stitch in my side. I groaned and doubled over again. She hopped on my back and drove me to my knees. "Up." she slurred. "To the bed."
With that in mind I found the strength. One false start (up and back to the ground) earned me a heel to the ribs. The next try, I raised that massive woman off the ground and staggered under her toward the bedroom - one step at a time. She sat on me like a knight on a jackass.
She crushed my sides when we arrived until I fell beneath her. She picked me up by my head and left leg and dropped me onto the bed. She sat over my groin with her back to me and rubbed my shaft about for several minutes before teasing it into herself.
And she treated that meat like an internal pogo stick. She humped up and down so hard and so fast I spent half my time gasping for air and the rest having it driven from me by her lunging, big ass. Over and over I doubled up under her and my head slapped into her thick shoulder blades, blackening my eyes.
She came once, kept going, and came again, this time much harder. And at that point I came too - deep inside her. Her contractions ripped the cum from my balls. She was right. She owned that meat!
Immediately she slid her big ass up to my face. "Lick it up!" she panted. And I cleaned her with my tongue, swallowing both of our loads in gulping mouthfuls. "Oh ya..." she murmured. "That's the stuff." She writhed on my face.
My god, I thought, this woman is insatiable! She shivered and quaked above me and eventually splashed another wave of goo down onto my face - washing my load away.
After that she spun about and sat on my face, on the bed. I believe she lit up another cigar. And she smothered me. I struggled and clawed at her big firm ass as it engulfed my head, but got no response. It took no effort from her. She turned my lights out just by sitting and enjoying a good cigar at the end of a hard fuck.
The next morning, about 4:30 AM, I awoke in my car with a massive headache, cuts and bruises, and a sticky, damaged face. My clothes lay next to me. The videos I requested lay stacked next to me too, with a note.
"Be kind. Rewind. See you in two days. Penalties for late returns are hell."