My ongoing discussion with Char…

I remember meeting you online. We chatted for a while. I started to understand you a little more. At 27 years of age, your answers were guarded. 

You provided only small bits of information at a time. 

Eventually, I came to understand that you were in the entertainment industry. Surprisingly, not what I expected. 

You were a professional woman wrestler, affiliated with one of the alphabet-named organizations.

I remember telling you that I was a collegiate wrestler many years ago. I joked, “Real wrestling, not the entertainment version.” 

You scoffed at my comment. Our conversation turned to fitness and training. 

I claimed that I was still fit, despite my age. Your ego was still a bit bruised from my earlier comment. 

Then you challenged me, “So you’re telling me you can still throw me over your shoulder?” 

I told you that I could easily throw you over my shoulder, and I could do so all day long (remembering at the time how I moved two hundred 75-pound bags of mulch last spring to fill my flower beds). 

You persisted and challenged again, this time with a backhanded compliment, “Confidence looks good on you, but let’s see if you can back it up.” Then, to my surprise, you really did challenge me to a wrestling match. 

I thought to myself, “She has to be kidding, I am nearly twice her size!”  I remember warning you that with all the physical contact (grabbing, holding, rubbing), things could easily escalate and get out of control, and you would be in serious trouble. 

You laughed at me and dismissed my warning. You reminded me that you could take care of yourself and that I was underestimating you. You persisted. 

I agreed. I was confident I could easily win a wrestling match against you, a fit and feisty petite woman. After all, even at 66 years of age, I could still deadlift over 400 pounds and bench over 225 pounds. 

We agreed on a time and place for our match. Your living room seemed large enough.

I planned to visit two weeks later.

The Match

As suspected, you were well-trained and knew several advanced moves that may have worked on someone your own size. 

However, my size and strength, combined with my years of wrestling experience, were too much for you to manage. For me, it was almost comical how I could control you, even toy with you, with little effort. After playing a bit, and despite your best efforts, I decided it was time to win the match.

The Recap of Events – Part 1

After I threw you over my shoulder (again with little effort) despite your struggles, I pinned you to the floor (I knew that would make you angry, it did). 

Then you really start to fight (helplessly) against my bulk and strength. 

Eventually, I started to grope. Then, I kissed you from behind on your neck, ears, and mouth when you turned your head. My groping and kissing intensified. I slid my hands up your sides. I removed your t-shirt, leaving you with only your bra. I pinned your hands above your head and continued kissing, biting, and licking your shoulders, neck, ears, and lips with increasing roughness. 

You responded with a whimper and a moan and started to struggle to escape.

The Recap of Events – Part 2

I released your arms from my grasp.

You thought you had won your freedom. Then you realized my hands were free to push your bra over your head, leaving your firm, aroused breasts completely exposed. 

I grabbed your arms and pinned them over your head again. I focused my kissing, biting, and licking on your breasts. Then I started sucking on your nipples with increasing intensity. 

Your whimpering slowed. Your breathing got erratic. Your moaning escalated in frequency and volume.

Without warning, I flipped you over onto your stomach. I pinned your hands over your head. I continued to kiss, bite, and lick your shoulders, ears, and neck. Then I continued down to the middle of your back. I released your hands and swung myself around. I kept you pinned with the weight of my body and legs. Then I kissed, licked, and bit my way down your spine to your waist. I started biting with more intensity. First, I bit your right side, then the left. I continued to kiss and lick you just above the waistband of your shorts. All the while, I roughly groped and rubbed your tight ass and thighs.

The Recap of Events – Part 3

I felt you start to struggle in an effort to gain freedom. I eased up and took a little weight off you. 

You sensed an opening and tried to get your legs under you. At that moment, you thought you gained a little leverage. You were mistaken. 

My hands slid quickly and powerfully down your hips. I caught your shorts and panties at the same time. I swiftly slid them down your thighs. Again, I dropped my full weight on you.

Again, you were pinned.

I continued to bite, kiss, and lick, now focused on your ass and hips. 

You wiggled, seemingly trying to get free. 

I continued to bite you with greater intensity. I groped and rubbed more roughly.

You whimpered and moaned loudly. Your breathing became ragged.

Without warning, I swung my body around and flipped you onto your back. 

Your calves were positioned over my shoulders. 

I held your thighs firmly against me. I started kissing and biting and licking your legs, then moved down to your thighs. I could smell your arousal. I could see your juices leaking from your sweat little pussy. I could see your swollen lips.

I kept my grip on your thigh. I licked your lips up one side, then the other. I licked from your tiny rose slowly up, into your pussy, then higher to your clit. 

You trembled. You moaned loudly. 

I went back for more. This time, I sucked on your lips, down one side and up the other. I plunged my tongue deep into your pussy. 

Your trembling was amplified. Your moaning got louder. 

I nibbled on your pussy lips.

You started thrashing and bucking.

I held you firmly. I took another lick from your puckered ass to your clit. When I reached your clit, I stayed there and played with it using my tongue until I started to suck on it.

Your hips began to hump against my face. 

I inserted one finger into your soaking wet pussy. I plunged it in and out repeatedly. I added a second finger. I plunged them in and out, over and over. All the while, I sucked on your engorged clit. I curled my fingers up to massage your sensitive G-spot. 

Almost immediately, you started bucking uncontrollably in a violent orgasm with your juices gushing from your pussy. 

I immediately devoured you, sucking up every drop and licking you clean.

The Recap of Events – Part 4

As you came down from your orgasmic high, I kissed, licked, bit, and sucked on your belly and hips, moving up your sides, moving up your belly, until I reached your breasts. I licked, sucked, bit, and kissed all around your breasts and chest. I carefully avoided your nipples. 

You became increasingly needy. You craved attention on your nipples. You squirmed, moaned, and pleaded. 

I granted your wish. I attacked your nipples with my mouth. I kissed, licked, sucked, and bit them. With my hands, I groped and pinched, pulled, and twisted. Then I switched sides. This time, I put one hand between your legs and fingered your pussy. 

You humped your pussy against my hand. You arched your back and pushed your breasts into my hungry mouth and my groping hand. 

I continued my upward progression to your shoulders, neck, face, and mouth. I continuously kissed, licked, bit, sucked, and probed for new sensitive spots.

With one hand, I used three fingers to roughly finger-fuck your soaked pussy. Then, I kissed you with a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues battled to reach deeper into each other. As we continued the kiss, I removed my fingers from your pussy, pulled the waistband of my shorts down. I released my engorged cock with the tip positioned directly at the entrance to your pussy.

I nudged forward, finding your warm, wet entrance. 

Your pussy was receptive to my intrusion. 

In one thrust, I buried my cock deep inside your hungry pussy.

You began to orgasm immediately. 

I paused to let you partially recover from your orgasm. Then I started pounding your pussy with hard, full, forceful strokes. 

Each stroke caused you to moan and shake and build toward another climax. 

The pace and force of my pounding increased. 

Within a few brief moments, your entire body was shaking through another climax.

The Recap of Events – Part 5

As you started to come down from your earth-shattering orgasm and the fog was slowly lifting from your mind, I turned you over onto your belly. I lifted you by the hips to your knees. I placed my knees between yours. I easily pushed your legs apart.

Your pussy was exposed to me again.

Without hesitation, I buried my cock deep into your pussy. I caused you to arch your back and moan loudly. Now that I had your attention, I proceeded to pound you again, hard and deep, over and over.

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably from the onslaught. You moaned greedily and then begged, “Yes, Yes, Yes, Give it to me!”

I now had your verbal approval to continue, and I did. I pounded into you harder and faster from behind, my balls slapping your clit. 

You released one long, continuous moan as you climaxed again. 

Wanting to make this orgasm really count, I reached around your hip and vigorously played with your clit. 

Your climax got stronger and continued in duration. Your whole body continued to shake uncontrollably through the best orgasm of your life. You found it so hard to breathe, you collapsed from lack of oxygen and exhaustion, limp as a warm, wet rag.

The Recap of Events – Part 6

Without warning, I removed my cock from your drenched pussy and inserted it right into your virgin ass. 

You were too exhausted to resist and simply let me have my way with your ass. Inch by inch, I buried my cock deep, without any resistance from you. Your ability to struggle had left your exhausted body.

Once I was fully seated in your ass, I grabbed a fistful of your hair and spoke into your ear, “Where is my cock?” 

You answered with a whimper, “My ass.”

I began to pound your ass with the same enthusiasm, force, and speed I used to pound your pussy earlier. 

Your body started to shake again from your first anal orgasm. 

I continued pounding away, showing your ass no mercy. 

You were moaning and shrieking through a massive orgasm.

Finally, I moaned along with you and pumped your ass full of my cum. I pulled your hair harder now and yanked your head back and told you, “Your ass belongs to me now. This is my ass. Do you understand? You are mine now, whore. You belong to me. You are my fuck toy. I own you! Do you understand me, whore?”

You moaned and whimpered and said, “Yes.”

I yanked your head back again and said, “Yes, what?”

You responded, “Yes, Master.”

Winner Takes All

After we recovered from that marathon wrestling match, you conceded that I was your undisputed champion. We cuddled, we caressed, we kissed passionately, and then more tenderly. 

You thanked me for giving you the best sex of your life and admitted to me that you never knew sex could be that good. You told me you never wanted it to end; you never wanted to go back to regular sex again after that. You then looked me in the eye and asked me, “Please, Master, let me be your whore, let me be your fuck toy. I will do anything you ask, anywhere, anytime. I will never say no to you. Please let me be your free-use fuck toy. Please, Master.”

I hugged you warmly, I kissed you tenderly, I looked you in the eye and said, “From now on, you are my free-se fuck toy, my private whore. I am your Master.”