The Wrestler Chapter 4

Daisy kicked open the trailer door, one arm holding my limp body by her waist.  She was huffing and puffing, as if her sexual tension was so high she would explode.  I grabbed little bits of her flesh trying to reason with her.  “Look, Daisy, let’s take it slow okay?  I don’t know if I’m ready…”

“Little Boy, you’re getting fucked tonight, whether you like it or not,” she responded aggressively.  “You’re my fuck toy, and you’re gonna get treated like it.  And if you try to run away, I’ll destroy you.” She sounded serious.  She tossed me onto the bed and let me squirm a bit before kneeling down with me.  I had to roll to the side so her knee wouldn’t crush my body.  “Sit on my thigh,” she commanded.  I crawled my way up onto the couch she called a thigh and sat down, my legs laying in the ground.  She pulled off my shirt, then undid my belt and pulled off my pants.  “Take off your underwear, you won’t be needing it tonight.”  I did as I was told, slipping out of it and throwing it off the bed.  “Tonight I want you to tell me you love me every time you respond to me, clear?”

“But Daisy I don’t know if I-“

“Are.  We.  Clear?”  I nodded slowly.  There was no reasoning with this woman.  Her body next to mine was like a hiker and a mountain.  She still had on her full ring gear; she had on tight pink tights and a pink top, both showing off just how big a woman could be.  “Now,” she said.  “Rub my tits, like you were doing back there.”  I did as I was told, mashing my hands into her already sweaty breasts.  If I wasn’t careful I would slip in and get stuck they were so big.  She was clearly proud of them.  “You haven’t been with a woman until you’ve been with me.  All of those other girls out there, they can’t hold a candle to me.  I doubt all of them together couldn’t fill out one of my cups.  Do you think so?”

“No I don’t think they could,” I replied.  She slapped me hard in the face.  Well, to me it was hard, to her it was probably like waving hello.  My face dropped onto her other thigh, and she lifted me up by my hair.

“Excuse me?”

My head raced through the past couple of minutes.  What had I forgotten to say?  “Oh, and I love you,” I replied, rubbing my face.

“Much better,” Daisy said.  “Now get back to work.”  I raised myself back up and continued massaging her big breasts.  “Mmm, this turns me on so much.  I love controlling a little boy.  You probably thought you were safe coming to a women’s promotion.  You probably didn’t take someone like me into account.  You’re so little and I’m so big, I could squash you to death on accident.  I could smother you in my big tits and nobody would ever find your body.  Does that scare you?”

“Yes, but I love you,” I said.

“Such a good slave.  You know, part of me wants to make passionate love to you, and the other wants to beat you to a pulp.  Both would make me cum, which would you prefer?”

“Passionate love,” I said.  “And I love you.”

She giggled.  “I suppose if you loved me, you would want passionate sex.  You would want me to turn the lights down low, get naked, lie on my back, and let you fuck me with that tiny prick of yours.  And I would go ‘oh baby, I love you’ and you would cum in me and we would roll around together for hours kissing.  I would let you suck on my tits and on a good day I’d suck your dick.  Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I love you,” I responded.

She let out a hearty laugh.  “Well you clearly don’t know me that well,” she said.  “I like to get physical!”  In one motion she knocked my hands away, and in the next she grabbed my head and slammed it into her breasts.  “That’s what you want isn’t it!  You dirty little boy.  You want my big tits.  Well you’re gonna get ‘em, I’ll be sure of that!”  She held me in place between her massive tits and my hands grabbed hold of her top.  She got off the bed and on her feet, carrying me around like nothing.  She pulled out my head and kissed me on the lips.  Her mitts palmed my head and pulled me close while we made out.  This I could do.  Hopefully it wouldn’t get any rougher than this.  We kissed like this for a few minutes, until she lowered me a bit, so my face was hovering just about her boobs.  “Now, time for some punishment…”

I shook my head, but it was too late.  Her arms wrapped around my waist and squeezed.  Immediately the bones in my back popped, and the air escaped my lungs.  I pushed on her breasts, but she was far too strong.  My poor legs dangled lifelessly below, my hands migrated to her arms and tried prying them off of me, but her forearms were at least three times thicker than mine, and her upper arms were far thicker than my body.  She had the biggest grin on her face as she squeezed the life out of me.  I had never seen her look like this before.

“Please…” I muttered, slowly weakening.  “Please… I love you… please… let me go…”  But it wasn’t enough for her, and she kept bear hugging me.  Losing all strength, I slumped forward and rested my head on the shelf that was her chest.  I kissed her tits, wanting to do anything to get her to stop hugging me.  At this rate, I wasn’t going to last long.  My hands reached for her face, where my hands scrambled for her eyes.  I put a bit of pressure, and she gave a small yell.  Thankfully, she dropped me, and I slumped to the ground.  I desperately tried rubbing my back, praying to whatever god was up there nothing was broken.  A shadow loomed over me, and I looked up at her.  She was holding a rope.

“Well now, haven’t we been bad?” she asked tauntingly.  I backed off, still on the ground, but I hit the wall.  There was nowhere to go.  She grabbed my hair and lifted me to my feet.  I was far too weak and she was far too strong to resist.  She basically had to prop me up at this point.  Wrapping the rope around my neck, she lifted me in the air.  I immediately started strangling.  She pulled the ropes apart, and with incredible strength, held me suspended in the air with the rope.  The pain on my throat was immense.  My hands gripped the rope trying hard to pull them off, but it was far too tight.  I was dying fast here.  Her massive frame looked even more imposing now as still stared down at me.  Somehow, she pulled even tighter, and belted out a huge laugh.  My mouth opened and my tongue was bulging out.  She pulled me in close to her and stopped strangling me.  Her lips met mine and she kissed me, her tongue jumping into my mouth, then pulled me off and slapped me hard across the face.  I fell to the floor hard again, this time gasping for air and holding my throat.  “Do you love me?” she asked.

I nodded, unable to speak.  She pulled off her tights, which is a feat of strength in and of itself, and stepped out of them.  Her massive, hairy pussy was dripping with cum.  Licking her lips, she walked slowly towards me, picking up the rope off of the ground.  She wrapped it back around my neck, but this time yanked it towards her.  My face headbutted her gaping pussy.  “Eat, boy!” she barked.  I explored her pussy with my tongue, and licked as fast as I could.  “Oh!  Such a good fuck!” she exclaimed, pulling tighter.  My entire face was buried in her sopping wet pussy.  Her warm juices slid down my throat, and I made sure to drink it all.  There was no way I was going to miss a drop.  Her knees shook as she screamed at me.  “You like that don’t you bitch?!”  I kept licking her.  She let out a huge scream and pulled me out.  My whole face was caked in her pussy cream.  With one hand she lifted me by the neck and with the other she slapped me across the face.  Tears were streaming down my face.  She flung me on the bed and hopped on.  Somehow, through all of this, I had maintained an erection.  She sat on it immediately with the warmest, wettest pussy I had ever felt and pounded hard.  She jumped up and down on it until I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I came, going flaccid after a minute or two.

“I love you,” I said, not knowing what I was responding to.

“You think you’re done just because you came?” she asked.  I looked at her apologetically.  I knew I was in for a long night.