A couple weeks ago, Apple (Busty Asian Apple) sent me an account of a real-life encounter she had while on holiday in Spain, and asked me if I’d like to use it as the basis for a story. It was not only a hot tale but extremely well-written, so I didn’t do very much to it except polish up the presentation a little.
Here’s the result. My thanks to Apple.
Cheers,
Scrib
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About four years ago, my hubby and I went on a holiday to Spain – a kinky holiday. In fact it was an unofficial swingers resort. There were a lot of good-looking people there, men and women, but we stood out like we always do, not only because I’m Asian and he’s white, but because he’s good-looking and ripped, and I’m – well, check out my profile and you’ll see what I mean.
At that time though, I wasn’t so well-endowed as I am now. I was just a 32C or maybe a small D-cup, though I turned more than a few heads with my slender figure and hard muscles. I guess you could compare my body then to Tia Ling, the porn star, but my chest was more like Asa Akira – fake tits, but perfectly natural-looking. I’d paid a lot for them and gotten my money’s worth. I was proud of my body and I loved to go everywhere in little more than a micro bikini, even to the hotel gym where hubby and I spent a lot of time. We’ve always been a couple of keen gym rats.
Anyway, we seemed to catch the eyes of a group of Dutch girls – three of them – who were also staying at the resort. I’d often catch them glaring at me as I walked past them at the pool, often topless in just a tiny thong and high heels to show off my pert, round ass and long, slender but well-muscled legs.
Here’s what I looked like, back then…
The three of them were all typically Dutch – tall and well-built, broad shoulders and high cheekbones. They all had enormous tits too, which really caught my hubby’s attention. He would stare at them as much as they would stare at us. He’s always been a fan of big boobs, which was one reason I’d gotten mine enhanced, though of course they weren’t as big then as they are now.
Hubby was particularly attracted to the biggest of the three – and I mean she was the tallest as well as having the biggest tits. She was about six foot one and blonde. Her chest was huge – I guessed she was a 38, probably an H or double-H cup. Her boobs were the size of my head. Hubby couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
Her friends were also pretty striking. One was a brunette, about five foot eight with a really well-toned body. I put her chest at about a 34G, again much, much bigger than mine. The third one was another blonde, maybe five foot ten. Her chest was bigger than the brunette’s but still smaller than the taller blonde. She had to be a 36FF. She reminded me – a bit – of the porn star Gianna Michaels.
All three of them were spectacular – even I had to admit that. I’m very bi, even though I’m married, and I could see what hubby saw in them. They had big, hard, powerful bodies – not just hubby’s type but mine too. They got a lot of looks from everybody at the hotel, not just me and my hubby, but they were clearly lesbian so hubby assumed they had no interest in him and their hostility toward me was pretty obvious. Even with their huge tits they didn’t go topless around the hotel – not even around the pool – unlike me. I was always parading around with my boobs out, and this seemed to annoy them.
To keep hubby’s eyes on me – I could sympathize with him eyeing them up but that didn’t mean I liked it – I would spend a lot of time carefully and seductively massaging tanning oil into my body, taking extra care to do my tits as provocatively as I could, especially my long, puckered, reddish brown nipples. I could tell that got hubby’s attention, not just from his eyes but the bulge in his black Speedo too. It also got the attention of the three Dutch girls though, and not in a good way. The looks they gave me would have curdled milk.
One afternoon, hubby and I drove to the beach, a few miles from the hotel. There were several beautiful beaches nearby. This one was the local nudist beach, but for a change I was actually dressed, though only just, in a tiny black thong with a sheer black and blue micro bikini top, and a loose-fitting cropped tank top over it. My long glossy black hair was pulled up behind my head in a ponytail. Unlike me, hubby was completely naked as we walked hand-in-hand along the white sand.
We came across the three Dutch girls sitting quite a way back on the beach, at the bottom of some sand dunes. This time, all three of them were completely naked. The biggest one not only had huge tits but huge nipples too. It occurred to me that I probably couldn’t get one of those aureolas in my mouth. Then I realized what I was thinking and pushed the thought out of my mind.
Hubby was staring openly at them. I glanced down and saw his dick was semi-hard, so I decided to take pity on him, and told him we should go up and introduce ourselves. Maybe once we broke the ice, they’d at least be friendly.
We walked up to them and introduced ourselves. To my surprise, they weren’t as hostile as I thought they’d be. Their English was really good too. We struck up a conversation and quickly found out quite a bit about them while we told them about ourselves. We explained that while I’m bi and we were into swinging, we played as a couple and since we assumed they were lesbians, we hadn’t introduced ourselves until now. As it turned out though, they weren’t strictly lesbians after all but as the brunette explained with a smile, were just choosy.
“We’ve seen you looking,” said the taller blonde to hubby. She leaned back on her arms, pushing her shoulders back and sticking her tits out. Hubby’s eyes were almost falling out of his head. “We could tell you’re a big tit lover.” She looked over at me and saw where my eyes were looking too. She gave me a wink. “I think you are too, babe.” She actually used the word ‘schatje’ which I knew was something you’d say when talking to a little girl – a put-down. She confirmed this right afterward when she looked at my chest and added, “Shame you’re not a member of the big tit club…but I’m sure he loves your perky little titties too.”
Hubby smiled at her words – he adored my tits. As for me, my blood was boiling at the insult but I kept the smile on my face and didn’t even let my anger show in my eyes. I wasn’t just hot with anger either, but also with lust at being surrounded by these three women with their hard bodies and massive tits. Like I said before, they were just my type, though that didn’t stop me wanting to teach the big blonde bitch some manners.
To save me some face, and probably to stop me saying something that would cause trouble – he knows me well – hubby interrupted and explained how he loves ripped girls with hard abs, toned glutes and killer thighs. That described me to a tee – but the description matched any of those three too.
The biggest one – her name was Stella and she seemed to be the leader – replied, “Yes, we noticed you in the gym, babe.” She looked me up and down again. “You’re quite a fit little thing, aren’t you, with your sexy little six-pack and your pert ass.” She licked her lips. “But I noticed you don’t bench press much, do you?”
I told her I’m more into circuits, squats and cardio. “Oh,” she exchanged glances with her two friends. The other blonde was Simone and the brunette was Lindsey. “She’s into endurance, girls.” All three of them laughed as they shared some secret joke. I felt my jaw tighten and my eyes narrowed a bit. She looked back at me again. “So, I suppose those sexy little muscles are just for show, then.” A mocking smile flickered across her lips.
I wasn’t going to let her get away with that. It was a struggle to keep the anger out of my voice as I told her I’d done some submission wrestling in college and been champion in my year. “I’ve even done some erotic wrestling for hubby.” I took her raised eyebrows for a lack of understanding and added, “Have you ever seen a web site called Ultimate Surrender? Kinky wrestling…and I’ve got an almost perfect record. So no, they’re not just for show.”
She looked at me for a moment. “An almost perfect record…that must be against other, little…” she glanced meaningfully at my chest again and giggled, “Asian girls.” Her two friends grinned.
I got really angry then. “I’ve got speed, agility and I’m super fit. I can beat girls a lot bigger than me.” I looked her right in the eye. “Even a girl as big as you!”
There was a sudden hush. “Well then…why not try me, here and now, darling? Or are you all talk and no action?”
I didn’t even think about it. I was so infuriated by her arrogance that I said yes right away.
“Do you want to show me your ‘Ultimate Surrender’ style skills?” she asked as she got up. She was so tall that I didn’t even reach her shoulders. “Or are you afraid?”
I pushed my face up toward her. “I’m not afraid of you!”
We agreed to find a secluded place, in the sand dunes at the end of the beach, where there would be nobody to interfere. All five of us walked in that direction. Hubby tried to have a quiet word with me, to talk me out of the fight, but I was determined. The three Dutch girls were walking a little behind us and I heard Simone say “She won’t go through with it. She’s scared. You can tell.” That only made me angrier. She’d said it in English, obviously for me to hear. I shook my head at hubby. I was going through with this.
In a flat area of sand between the dunes, hubby and Stella’s two friends used towels to mark the corners of a makeshift ring. We agreed on some rules. Since it was already late afternoon and we didn’t have a lot of daylight left, we agreed to five rounds, each lasting five minutes. A round could end early if one of us submitted, but only if the other girl accepted the submission. That meant one of us might have to endure a hold until the end of the round but I didn’t care. I could take it if I had to, but I planned to give this bitch a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
Since we had all come to the resort for sexual encounters, we agreed that winner would take the loser back to her hotel room for the night, and do whatever the winner wanted. That was my suggestion. I was thrilled at the prospect of having the big Dutch girl at my mercy, and enjoying her with my hubby. We also agreed that the winner could invite the rest of the group to watch and join in if she wanted. I loved the thought of humiliating Stella in front of her friends.
I kept my bikini and tank top on for the fight. Stella decided to put her own thong – black like mine – back on to make it a bit more even. I didn’t object. I didn’t want anybody to say she’d started with a disadvantage, after I beat her.
We stood in our corners, me with my hubby and Stella with her two girlfriends. Hubby had a wristwatch on, so we all agreed that he would keep time. He called for us to start the first round.
Straight away I went into a half crouch and stalked quickly to the middle of the ring, partly to get a feel for the size of it and to make sure I had enough room to retreat if I needed to. Stella strode in with an arrogant air, topless with her huge tits swaying gently from side to side. I’d been wrong before. Each one of them was bigger than my head.
As we got close to each other, I looked for opportunities to sidestep and quickly get in behind her, but she was quick as well as big. Between that and the sand slowing me down, it was almost impossible to outmaneuver her. All I could do was back off and avoid her grasp.
We locked hands on a few occasions, both of us squatting slightly for a lower center of gravity. She tried to raise my hands up over my head so she could use her height and bring her weight down on top of me. Each time she did this, I got a face full of her humongous tits for a while before I managed to disengage and back off. It was only because of my background in kung fu and the breakaway techniques I knew, that I was able to escape. I circled, staying out of her reach, trying to find an opening.
She was smiling, taunting me, saying things like, “I thought you wanted to wrestle, ‘big girl’, not dance with me,” or “Awww, I think she’s starting to get scared” and laughing. In truth I was starting to get concerned. She was much more powerful and seemed at least five times stronger than me. If I couldn’t evade her, I was going to be in trouble. I had to think of something.
Hubby called an end to the first round, with no decisive contact between us and with no submission. I went back to my corner and looked across the ring at her. She was whispering with her friends. I knew she had a game plan, and I also knew I didn’t. Fighting on sand was a lot different to fighting on mats. The sand robbed me of most of my speed and I didn’t have a backup plan. Sooner or later she was going to grab me. She was an Amazon and I was getting nervous but I was way too proud to call off the fight.
The second round started. I decided to charge her at full pace, hoping to surprise her. I dropped my left shoulder, then went to spring to the right and get behind her. She didn’t fall for it though, and just left her big left leg in my way. I stumbled over it, she spun around and got behind me. I felt her slam into me, her arms wrapped around my waist. She twisted her body and yanked me off balance. I went down and all of her body weight crashed down on top of me. My face and tits were squashed into the sand. I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified for a moment that she might try to suffocate me, or to crush my chest and pop my implants against my ribs. In a panic, I was able to twist my head to the side just enough to get some air, but that was all. I kicked my legs and bucked my hips but it was useless. She was just too heavy and I had no leverage.
She held me pinned down like that for a long time. Finally I felt her getting up and I tried to get onto my knees immediately, but she straddled my back and dropped her weight onto me again. My body was smashed straight back into the sand, with her ass just above the base of my spine. I kept trying to lift myself up with my arms, groaning with the effort, but I just couldn’t do it.
I heard her taunt me again. “I think it’s time this little doll lost some clothing.” I felt her lean back, grab my thong and begin to peel it down. I kicked and squirmed even harder but I realized that was probably just helping her. She pulled it down my legs all the way to my ankles. The way my legs were twisted and spread apart, I knew that not only my bare ass was on display – it had been anyway in the thong – but my pussy too.
Stella grabbed my hair and pulled, lifting my head up. My face was covered in sand and I blinked it out of my eyes. “I want you to look at your hubby,” she ordered me. “Look him in the eyes while I do this.” One hand still holding my hair, she reached back with the other, over my ass and between my legs. I squirmed even harder but I couldn’t stop her.
She began to finger my pussy. “Oh, you must be enjoying this. You’re all wet! Tell your hubby how much you like it!”
I blushed beneath the sand that coated my face. It was true. I’d been turned on from the start, by the thought of dominating and humiliating this arrogant Amazon. Now that lust was turning into something different as I felt her strength and power, controlling me. I was damned if I was going to admit it though. “Fuck you, bitch! You’re so going to pay for this!” I tried to buck my hips but each time I did, she just pulled my head back further and dug her fingers deeper inside me.
“Just say the words…’I submit’…and I’ll think about letting you up.”
“No…way!” I retorted in a strained voice.
“Ok…have it your way.” With that, she let go of my hair momentarily and pulled her fingers out of me. I gasped. Like I just said, I knew I was turned on but I didn’t realize just how much – not until then.
As she sat on my back, she grabbed me under both arms, lifted my back off the ground and draped my arms across her muscular thighs into a camel clutch. Now that she had my arms where she wanted them, she reached forward, put her hands inside my tank top and pinched my right nipple, hard, through my bikini top. I bit my tongue so as not to scream.
She began to grope and fondle my tits. My nipples were rock hard and so sensitive that every pinch, every twist sent a shudder through me. I moaned, shaking my shoulders, but she had me in a bad position and there was nothing I could do.
“You’re not missing much, girls!” she called out to her friends. “I’m just feeling some bony ribs and some stretched out silicone, with a little tiny cherry on top.” I could feel the weight of her huge tits pressing into my back.
She cupped her hands under my chin, interlocked her fingers and leaned back, pulling my head up and applying pressure to my back. I was in agony and could barely breathe, let alone scream. It felt like air bubbles were popping in my spine and I was starting to see stars. I was determined not to submit – though, believe me, I thought about it. I was on the verge of passing out when, mercifully, the round ended.
Stella let go and I slumped to the ground. I lay there for a moment before I could summon the strength to get up to my knees. It took a while longer before I could stand. I brushed some of the sand off my sweaty face and staggered back to my corner. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her bouncing back to hers.
I had two minutes to recover before the next round. Thankfully all those circuits and all that cardio served me well. My powers of recovery are pretty amazing, and I began to feel better almost immediately, once I was out of that hold. She had rattled me a bit with her fingers in my pussy but this wasn’t the first time that had happened to me. It just made my determination to humiliate her all the stronger.
Hubby asked me if I was sure I wanted to go on, though he knew what the answer would be. I ignored the question, stretched out my hamstrings and showed off by going into the splits. I wanted to show Stella that she hadn’t weakened me.
It was hot under the late afternoon sun and I felt like my tank top had gotten in my way during the last round. I decided to take it off and tossed it down outside the corner of the ring. I was naked now apart from my tiny little micro bikini top.
I stalked slowly into the center of the ring, as Stella advanced to meet me. Her body, huge compared to mine, rose up like a mountain in front of me. I didn’t let her size daunt me though. I still had more than a few surprises in store for this bitch.
This time I didn’t try to get around the back of her. The sand was making me too slow and I was too easy for her to pick off, so I changed tactics. I wanted to get her off balance. As we closed with each other, I decided to feign what I’d done at the beginning of the last round, stepping from side to side. As she stuck out her right leg to trip me, she was crouched down with her legs out wide. I shot upright and slammed myself forcefully against her shoulders while she was unable to dodge, intending to throw her down on her back. In her awkward stance, she couldn’t push back against me and to my satisfaction she started to fall backwards. I followed through, shoving as hard as I could against her. This was my chance.
However, she was able to reach back and brace her left arm against the sand, to keep herself from falling all the way over. She got her right hand up into my chest, between my tits, pushing back against me and stopping me from capitalizing on her momentary loss of balance. She flexed her powerful muscles and I was pushing against a brick wall. All her bench pressing in the gym was paying off. She was going no further.
She twisted her body and got one knee to the sand for more support. That freed her left hand and she grabbed for my right as I wrestled her right hand off my chest with my own left. My foot skidded in the sand and I also went down on one knee. Now we were locked in a battle of pure strength, and I was under no illusions as to which one of us was the stronger. Nevertheless, I mustered all my strength and let out a huge groan as I strained against her. She barely flinched and I could tell that while I was in top gear, she was barely in first.
Stella lifted her arms, pulling my hands up above my head, taking advantage of her superior height. Her enormous tits crashed into mine and would have knocked me over if she hadn’t been holding onto my hands so tightly. My own tits were flattened against hers and my implants were squashed painfully against my ribs. The only thing separating her nipples from mine was the thin material of my bikini top. They jabbed hard into my flesh like spear points.
I began to fall backwards and twisted sideways, landing on my left side. Stella fell forward and landed horizontally across my body. She immediately wrapped her left arm around the back of my neck while she held me down with her right. I felt her push down with her right hand on my right hip, levering herself up to her knees. I tried to flip over onto my stomach and scramble out from under her, but I couldn’t. She had me trapped again, and I could only wait helplessly for her next move.
She swung her right leg over my hip and down past my ass. I was still on my left side and she was straddling me, leaning forward, her pussy pressing down on my hip and her massive tits hanging against my cheek. I turned my head, trying to twist my body too, to flip myself to the right and shove her off me, but her tits filled my vision. They pressed hard against my face. I could smell her sweat. It was disorienting. It made me think of things other than fighting her.
I felt her grab me by the right shoulder and shove me back onto my left side again, then further, forcing my shoulders down to face the ground. My twisted position put more strain on my back and I wriggled my hips frantically, grinding my pelvis into the sand. That helped relieve the pain but it also meant I was face down with her straddling my back again. I groaned, but I realized that I still had my elbows under me. I still had a chance to flip her. Then she reached forward and planted both her hands on my forearms, pinning them to the sand. I felt the sand between my clenched teeth.
Suddenly she leaned up over the top of my head, shifting her weight. That gave me hope. I was able to get up on my knees. Her body was still pressing hard against my upper back, her giant tits squashed against the backs of my shoulders, mushrooming out to either side, but she was no longer leaning on my lower back. My naked ass and pussy were sticking up in the air behind both of us. Maybe I could get enough leverage now to flip her off me.
I didn’t get the chance to find out though, because right then she rolled us both to the right. I hit the sand but continued to roll, until she ended up under me, with me lying on my back on top of her. I quickly tried to plant my feet in the sand and strained to break the hold of her hands on my forearms. My hot little six pack tensed as I leaned forward trying to get up.
She pulled my arms out wide and her oversized tits shoved my own chest upward. She whipped her powerful legs up and hooked her ankles inside my legs, just below the knee. She pulled my legs wide too. With my feet resting on the sand, my back arched over her enormous tits, she held me now in a yoga bridge pose. I realized my pussy was exposed to her two girlfriends and I growled.
Stella heard me and laughed. I ground my teeth together angrily, but she just pulled my arms up over my head, stretching my body even more. I jerked right and left, trying with all my might to break free, but she was totally in control.
Rolling us both onto our left sides, she released my legs and scissored her own around my waist. She lay with her left elbow resting on the sand, her arm hooking both of mine and holding them above my head. The muscles of my back were in agony as she leaned back, stretching me like a bow. My spine began to pop again.
“Come on, little China doll. Use your wrestling experience. Don’t you have some kung fu magic you can use to get out of this one?” Her friends laughed from the corner of the ring. “You’ve been a bad girl, parading those pathetic little tits…those fake tits of yours…around the hotel like a cheap whore, as if they’re even worth anyone looking at.” She stretched my back further and I cried out, kicking at the sand, squeezing my eyes tight shut against the pain. “But then you cover them up, here at a nudist beach. Where’s the sense in that? No, it’s time for us to see those little gems of yours again.”
Her right arm was free and she used that hand to undo the knot at the back of my bikini top. Then she rolled over onto her back again, dragging me up on top of her. She grasped the front of my bikini top, clenched her fist and ripped it off me, baring my tits. Now I was lying naked, stretched over her body, back arched, nipples pointing up at the sky. My muscles burned as I strained to break free, but her strength was just too much for me.
She dropped my bikini top and began to grope my tits. “No wonder your hubby keeps staring at real women like us,” she said scornfully in my ear. “Poor itty bitty titty baby.” She squeezed them cruelly. I groaned. It hurt but this Amazon was beginning to have a quite different effect on me. The burning in my muscles was now joined by another kind of fire, deep in my belly. The groan turned into a gasp of pleasure as she twisted my left nipple hard. I blushed again, hoping she hadn’t noticed, but she was too engrossed in torturing my tits. “Little fake tits…hardly worth having…though you must have saved a lot, buying from the junior department.” I heard the other two girls laugh again at that.
Stella slid her legs down lower and spread mine wide again, opening up my pussy. She bucked her hips upward under me, shoving my own hips up, arching my back even more as she let go of my tits and used both her arms now to stretch mine even harder. I felt like she was going to pop my shoulders, like she could snap me in half. I was panting with pain. She held me there for what felt like a lifetime, before she said, “Not going to submit? Ok.”
She let go with her right arm then, just holding both my arms hooked in her left. There was no risk of me getting loose. I felt weak as a kitten, rendered helpless by the pain, the burn of fatigue and the growing lust inside me. I knew it and so did she. She reached down over my trembling stomach, past my navel and down to my pussy. My hips bucked, but not entirely from the desire to get away now. I bit my lip.
“Let’s see what we have here,” Stella crooned. “Mmmmm...big juicy pussy lips on a nice tight little Asian pussy.” She laughed softly. “I would have thought your hubby’s big dick would have stretched it right out.” Her next laugh was a little harsher. “Well well…looks like my twelve-inch strap-on is going to come in handy.” I groaned and rocked my body from side to side, trying frantically but weakly to break free.
I was rapidly using up all the energy I had left – not that there was much left to use. I was exhausted and Stella had barely broken a sweat. Two of her fingers were buried deep in my pussy, opening me up wide. She whispered in my ear. “Twelve inches long…seven inches around…it will fill you and stretch you and make you scream.” I struggled desperately. I managed to kick one leg free and rock myself off her body and back onto the sand on my left side. Her fingers came out of my pussy with a wet sound that made me groan with embarrassment.
Before I could do anything else to get away from her, her legs scissored around my waist again. She held me on my back on the sand, her right leg over my belly and the other beneath my back. My hands were still stretched up over my head. I wriggled vainly but she held me there effortlessly. She waited until I stopped struggling, my chest rising and falling as I fought for breath, bathed in sweat, before she rolled up onto her knees to straddle me again, this time with me on my back, staring up at her helplessly as she loomed over me. I couldn’t move at all.
Stella looked down into my eyes. “You thought you had a chance? Really? Stupid, arrogant little bitch.” She laughed wildly. “Let me give you a taste of what a real woman’s tits are like…a close-up taste.” With that she leaned forward further, her tits dangling in my face, and began to sway her body back and forth, beating them against me. They weren’t just huge but heavy too, and each slap stung my cheeks. Before long my head was whipping left and right. I moaned out loud, battered and shamed.
Then she dropped down on top of me, her chest shoved hard against my face, completely smothering me with her tits. She remained like that for ages. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to twist my head but my neck ached from the slaps of her tits and she held me tight between them. I kicked my legs weakly and jerked my body but against her weight, I was powerless.
My lungs started to burn from lack of air. I began to panic. I tried to scream but I had no breath to scream with. All that came out was a gurgle and even that was muffled by her tits. For a second time, I was on the verge of blacking out when she lifted herself off me. I opened my mouth wide, panting hard, gasping for air.
Stella turned her head toward where hubby stood in the corner. “Does she pant this much for you, big boy?” she called out. I looked in his direction and saw him standing there like a statue, eyes wide as he watched this Amazon dominate his petite wife. His cock stood out like a flag pole.
Sitting up, still straddling my naked body, Stella let go of my hands. I didn’t have the strength left to struggle and she knew that. All I could do was lay there as she slid up my body and planted her crotch over my face, her knees pinning my arms to the sand. She reached down with her right hand and pulled her thong to one side, baring her smooth, shaven pussy. I stared at her puffy, dark lips, then up between her colossal tits into her eyes.
“One more chance to submit this round, doll,” she warned me. I opened my mouth but no words came. No matter what, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. She tilted her head questioningly and shrugged. “No? Oh well…”
She planted her pussy straight over my lips. I stiffened, but she immediately began to rock back and forth. She leaned back, holding my face against her with one hand. My nose and mouth were shoved between her lips. I could breathe a little but every breath was full of the smell of her pussy.
Stella twisted her body, reached back and gave me a punch to the stomach. I gagged and my head jerked up harder against her body. She leaned back further, reaching between my legs again. There was nothing I could do to stop her. Her fingers plunged into my pussy and she began to finger me, hard and fast. I moaned and did my best to twist my hips away but it was no good. I was weak and getting weaker by the moment. She had the strength, the reach, the power to do whatever she wanted with me.
Hubby finally called an end to that third round. Stella pulled her fingers out of me and reluctantly got off my face. I lay there in the sand, gasping, almost sobbing with relief, my face dark with rage under a coating of sweat, sand and Stella’s juices. She had been seconds from cumming on my face. I hadn’t been far off cumming as she face-sat me, either. My pussy was twitching, my thighs trembling from the attentions of her fingers.
She stood looking down at me, but I closed my eyes. “Do you want to quit?” she asked. “You’re not going to cry, are you? You still owe me another two rounds, slut!” I couldn’t look at her and lay there spread-eagled in the sand until her shadow disappeared. Then I slowly sat up and looked for my bikini top. It was gone. She had taken it – taken it as her trophy.
I was embarrassed. She was humiliating me! She’d managed to strip me completely naked, and I hadn’t even gotten her thong off. The embarrassment fuelled my anger and the anger gave me strength. I felt the energy began to flow back into me, and I clambered to my feet, seething. I had to find a way to get this bitch. I stumbled back to hubby.
Standing in my corner, heart pounding, my bare chest rising and falling with each adrenalin-filled breath, I looked across the ring at my opponent. She was truly huge. Her massive tits – I decided they had to be a 38HH – made mine look like insect bites. The contrast was humiliating in itself. The fury was growing inside me. I knew my hubby was loving this. I had to find a way to turn this monster into my bitch.
Round four started and we moved toward each other. Stella had a smirk on her face now. In a mocking tone she said, “You look so angry…am I in trouble this time, little thing?” She nodded toward my corner. “I’ll give you one more chance to turn around and run to your hubby, before I break you.”
I shook my head. “You’re mine this time, bitch.”
I began to stalk her, dancing around her, looking to put her off balance and strike. She turned with me. “Oh, not this silly game again. Wrestle me, you scared little girl!” She lunged, but her left foot slipped in the sand. I saw my moment, leapt forward and tackled her standing leg hard. She stumbled and began to fall backward. The adrenalin surged inside me. I finally had her down. Now I had to capitalize quickly, to get on top of her.
She suddenly stopped falling, regained her balance and there I was, bent over almost double beside her right leg. I tried to shove us apart but before I could so, I felt her bend forward over my back and grab me around my waist. With all the force I could gather, I tried to drive forwards. I had to push her off her feet, to knock her on her ass, but she was so big and heavy. She crouched lower. I felt her heavy tits flatten against my sweaty back. I was practically curled up into a ball now, with my hands gripping the hard muscles of her big calves.
Her arms clamped tighter around my body, just above my hips, and without warning I found myself lifted off my feet. She let out a huge yell as she heaved me into the air, held upside down against her body. I had my back to her, my head hanging by her knees, my ass against her tits, my kicking legs draped over her shoulders. The blood was already rushing to my head, making me dizzy. The monster had me under her control again.
“Nice try,” Stella mocked me as she squeezed my naked body against her. “I bet you thought you had me just then, didn’t you?” She laughed again. “Stupid girl. Your hubby’s so disappointed in you and your skinny little excuse for a body.” She laughed again. “You don’t deserve to fuck him.” She squeezed me tighter, lifted me higher in her arms. “Now, I’ll give you one last chance to submit, before I drop you on that empty skull of yours.”
She began to count down from five. I remained silent, though I kicked my legs and did my best to bend my body upwards away from her. Again though, it was no use and at the end of her count, she dropped suddenly to her knees and spiked me into the ground. I hit flat on the top of my head and for an instant everything went black. Then I felt myself crumple over as she released her grip, landing face down in the sand. I lay with my arms by my sides, bare ass stuck up in the air. I barely knew where I was, and I certainly had no idea how long I lay there.
I was brought back to reality when I felt her place her feet on the backs of my thighs, just above my knees. She bent my legs up, hooking them behind her own knees. I had no idea what she was doing as she reached down and grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms back. I groaned in pain at the strain on my shoulders, then screeched when the pain suddenly increased sharply as she fell onto her back, lifting me skyward.
My back was arched, my tits thrust up and out. My legs were wide, giving her girlfriends another perfect view of my shaved pussy. The pain and pressure on my entire body was immense. I’d heard of this hold – a Romero or a Ceiling, it was called – but I’d never seen it done and I’d certainly never had it done to me. I wished that was still the case, as I screamed in agony.
“Enjoying the view from up there, slut?” sneered Stella. “Everybody’s getting a good view of your skinny little flat-chested body. Do you think she looks cute, girls?” I heard her two friends call out something, but my tortured muscles screaming in my head drowned out the words.
Stella spoke to me again though I could barely hear her through the pain. “Little bitches like you think they can challenge me and not pay for it.” She pushed down with her legs and pulled up with her arms, stretching me even harder. “Are you ready to submit and be my bitch?”
“AAAGGGHHH!!!” I shrieked as she tortured me. The agony was making my head spin. Dark spots danced before my eyes. “NEVER!”
She kept me in that excruciating hold for what must have been a minute. I was completely drained by the time hubby called the end of the round. She lowered me but just before I reached the ground she kicked out and sent me flying forward to land face- and chest-first in the sand. I lay there again, hurt and exhausted.
Stella walked over to my naked, quivering body. She kicked at my waist, rolling me onto my back. I lay staring up at her, still half-dazed, bathed in sweat and covered in sand as she stood over me. “Stubborn little bitch, aren’t you? Resilient too. Most girls wouldn’t last as long as you have.” Her face darkened. “But I warn you, if you’re stupid enough to go one final round with me, it will be even worse…so much worse. Why not just quit now?”
“In…your dreams.” My voice was a breathless croak. My throat hurt from screaming. I swallowed painfully and added, “I’ll get you.” I rolled over onto my belly. It took a while for me to push up onto my knees, and it was touch and go whether I could stay on my feet all the way to my corner but I made it, limping and stumbling.
My hubby massaged my shoulders and upper arms, trying to work some strength into my aching muscles. He told me how brave I was, but also how stupid I was. The way I felt by then, I was inclined to agree with him. He didn’t try to talk me out of going back out for the last round though. He knew there was no point. He knew I wouldn’t let him interfere, no matter what – not now and not later. Even now I could feel myself growing stronger again, and that gave me hope. I would find some way to win.
Before the last round started, I turned to face my Amazon opponent. I stared right into her eyes, to show her I had no fear. I bent down and did another splits, showing off to show her just how flexible I am, and how much energy I still had left. I even sprang back up to my feet from the splits, to show off the results of the plyometrics I’d been doing at the gym. I wanted her to know she’d worn me down but she hadn’t worn me out.
Hubby called for the start of the round. Stella came toward me in an arrogant strut, tits swaying, a smug grin on her face. I let her come close, then bolted toward her at full speed. “You’re MINE, BITCH!” I leapt in a star jump straight at her. My naked upper body crashed into her face, my hands locked around her neck and my toned legs curled around her back.
She staggered backwards. “You crazy
kut, I’ll – MMMPPPHHH!!!” Her threat was cut off as my tits slammed into her face. They might have been only a 32C/D, but they were enough to shut her up. She kept reeling backwards, fighting to keep her footing. She had to fall soon. She had to.
But she didn’t. Instead, somehow, she kept her feet, regained her balance and grabbed at my back and shoulders to loosen my grip around her neck. “Get your pathetic little excuses for tits OUT OF MY FACE!” she bellowed as she pried me off her. I clung tight to her neck but I was no match for her strength. I began to slip down her body. My legs were wrapped around her just above her hips. We were chest to chest, her hard nipples poking mine, though her nipples, or least her aureolas, were almost as big as my entire tit.
It had a been a last mad gamble – all or nothing – but it had failed. The moment was gone and I was in trouble now – deep trouble. I felt her arms go from prying me away to holding me tight against her, her hands clasped together behind my back. With an almighty burst of energy, she pulled me into a bear hug.
Our tits mashed together. Hers engulfed mine, flattening them, crushing my implants into my chest. They were so massive that not only did they make mine disappear, but they swelled up under my chin as she squeezed me, and soon they were practically strangling me too.
Her arms were like steel bands tightening around my body. The air shot out of my lungs. I couldn’t take another breath against the pressure. I gasped. My eyes widened. I felt a rush of panic. My arms flew away from around her neck but I before I could even try to free myself, she crushed the last of the fight out of me. My legs went slack around her waist. My arms dangled loosely.
Stella held me with my face inches from hers. I was like a limp, naked rag doll in her arms. “You’re gonna pay for that stunt, you crazy fucking slut,” she snarled. She spun around, carrying me with her. My legs slapped against one another, my feet not even touching the ground. “Ready to submit now, little girl?”
I blinked at her. It was over. We both knew it – but knowing it and admitting it were two different things. I managed to get one word out. “No.”
She squeezed me even tighter. The little breath I had came rushing out in a strangled cry. “Argghhhhhh…you’re going to break my ribs and pop my tits, you psycho – ”
“Submit!” she hissed in my face.
“…never…” I gasped. Defiance was all I had left.
She looked at me like I was something foul that she’d just stepped on in the street. “Ok then,” she said. “You deserve everything that’s coming to you.” Still held tight against her chest, I felt her take a quick step forward, then a jump into the air. Then we were falling, and then we hit the ground. For a brief instant there was overwhelming pain, but then there was nothing.
I don’t remember what happened. Hubby told me later that after she body slammed me to the ground underneath her, she got up off me and stood over my naked, tangled body, admiring what she’d done to me as I lay there unconscious. He told me she slapped my face and tits, even pulled hard on my nipples to revive me, but I was well out of it.
The next thing I remember was waking up with my head hanging upside down. The big bitch was standing with my bare body draped over her shoulders. I could see her two friends standing at the corner of the ring, alternately clapping and hugging each other. She had one hand on my chin, pulling my head down as far as it would go and holding it inverted. Her other hand was between my legs, clamped around my thigh, almost brushing my pussy.
Here’s a pic that shows what this hold looked like. It’s not me and not Stella…of course…but you’ll get the idea of how it felt.
I felt movement as she pulled down harder on my chin and leg. Searing pain ripped through my spine. I realized that she must have done that before. That was what had brought me back to consciousness.
“Wakey wakey, sleepy head,” she taunted me. “Such a waste, you know? All that time and hard work in the gym, and still those sexy little abs of yours are completely useless. I crushed you like a bug, you weak little slut.” She shrugged, and that caused me more pain. “Still, your little performance with the splits earlier tells me you’re flexible enough for this.”
She pulled down even harder, bending me viciously across her shoulders. The pain was unbearable, not to mention unbearably humiliating to be tortured like this. She had complete control over me. I wailed in anguish. I was hurt and humiliated but I was also hotter than I could ever remember being.
“I shouldn’t be greedy though,” said Stella. “Let’s make sure everybody gets a piece of you.” She walked over to her friends, walking with an exaggerated bounce to her stride that sent waves of pain surging through my back. I felt nauseous from it. “Go on, girls, play with her. Get your fingers into that tight little pussy. Give those tiny tits of hers a good hard slap, and tweak those little nipples.”
The other two did exactly as they were told. One of them dug at least four fingers into my defenseless pussy, and the other was slapping my tits and yanking on my nipples. I wailed in pain and shame. “No…please…stop! Stop! I’m begging you, stop!”
They ignored me. “You know what girls? I think she likes this,” said Stella playfully. “Is she getting wet?”
“She is!” the brunette – Lindsey – affirmed. She was the one with her fingers inside me, stretching my pussy open wide. I was terrified she was going to shove her whole hand in and fist me. I trembled on Stella’s shoulders but even that little bit of movement was agony.
“I knew it!” shouted Stella. “You love being my bitch! You LOVE being owned by a superior woman like me!”
“NOOOOOO!!!” I screamed at the top of lungs, not only because I hated her words but because I knew there was more than a little truth in them. I panicked, thrashing wildly with what little strength I still had, but the pain and the blood rushing to my head almost made me black out again. “I SUBMIT!” My shriek trailed off into a defeated mumble. “I submit…you win…please…put me down. I can’t…I can’t take any more.”
“Say you’re my slutty little fake titty bitch, first!” She bounced me again.
“AGGGHHH!!! I’m…I’m your slutty little titty bitch!...fake titty bitch!” I was horrified that I’d said it wrong. She might get angry. She might hurt me more.
I stopped, disgusted with myself. She might be the most powerful opponent I’d ever faced. She had wiped the floor with me, but I was damned if I’d shame myself. Anger swelled up in me. “Put me down! Put me DOWN, you PSYCHO!!!”
“Well…that wasn’t very polite, was it girls?” Stella teased me. “Remember the rules…I can decide whether or not to accept your submission…and I choose not to. Now I need to teach you a lesson…that little sluts like you are too weak and pathetic for real women like me. It’s a valuable lesson and you’ll appreciate it in the long run, I promise.” She got a firmer grip on my chin and leg.
My anger evaporated, dried up by sudden terror. “Please! You’re going to break my back!” I wailed. “I beg you! Put me down!”
“Ok,” Stella replied. “I’ll put you down.” With that she took her hand off my chin and thrust it under my shoulders instead. She changed her grip on my thigh, lifting it up rather than pulling it down. She stepped back and, like an Olympic weight lifter, jerked my body up high above her head. I gasped and held myself rigid, knowing there was nothing I could do. She totally controlled me. Then she dropped suddenly down to one knee and lowered me – no, dropped me was more like it – into a back-breaker over her big hard thigh. I didn’t have the strength to scream. I lay there quivering, wracked with pain.
“There, that’s more comfortable,” said Stella, and added with a cruel smile, “for me at least.” She grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look up at her. “Now, since your tight little pussy is all wet and hungry, I’m not letting you up until you cum for me and my girls. Understand, slut?”
I looked up at her submissively. “Yes…” I mumbled.
She jerked my hair viciously. “Yes what?” she snapped. “A little slut like you should call me Mistress.” She looked down her nose at me. It was hard to see her face past her huge tits. “So let me ask again, slut.”
My lip trembled and I stammered, “I…I understand…Mistress.”
“Good.” Her proud eyes traveled down my body, past my trembling tits, over my tight stretched out abs to my crotch. “Well…what are you waiting for? You don’t expect me to make you cum, do you? Why should I do all the hard work?” She grabbed and twisted my left nipple. My legs twitched as my pussy clenched hard. I whimpered, and not just in pain.
It was an effort to pull my right hand up, slide it over my belly to my pussy, between my swollen lips. I was already really wet. Like I said, there was more than a bit of truth to Stella’s accusations. I love going up against big, fit, arrogant girls and dominating them – seeing the look on a girl’s face when she realizes she’s getting owned by a petite little Asian girl. There’s a part of me though, that loves the feeling I get when I’ve given everything I have to a fight, used every ounce of strength, every trick I know, and it still isn’t enough. I don’t feel that way often but when I do, I open myself up to it. That was how I felt right then, being completely controlled, humiliated by this huge-breasted Amazon.
I began to massage my clit, slowly at first but quickly getting faster and harder. Stella leaned forward over me, and I felt her massive tits press into mine, pancaking them into my chest. She held me by the hair and looked into my eyes. “Look…look at your hubby’s cock. He’s rock hard, watching me own you.” She twisted my head and I looked. Hubby had come closer and stood just a few feet away. He was so hard the tip of his cock was bobbing up and down with each heartbeat. He’s seen me like this once or twice over the years, and it always turns him on. Seeing his arousal made me even hotter.
“Look at my tits covering your silly mosquito bites,” Stella taunted me, pushing my chest down with hers, arching my back again. Her voice seemed to come from far away. “You’re a pathetic little loser, aren’t you?”
My breathing got heavier and heavier. I moaned, “Yes…Mistress…” My hips bucked all by themselves. I was shaking, right on the edge.
“Don’t!” Stella barked. I jumped. “Not until I give you permission.” I bit my lip, struggling against the urge to climax.
“Little sluts need to beg for permission to cum.” She rubbed her enormous tits over mine, pushing them up under my chin, stretching my back even more. I whimpered. My pussy was streaming. The pain in my spine combined with the growing pleasure in my pussy was making me wild.
“Please!” I cried. “Can I cum? PLEASE???”
“Please what?” she replied from close above me. I could feel her breath.
“Please…Mistress…ahhhhh! Can…can I cum???”
She kept me waiting as I moaned and shuddered, desperate for relief. Then she said, “Yes…cum for me, slut.”
As soon as I heard her words, the orgasm burst out of me. I screamed out loud, bucking and thrashing, completely oblivious to the pain it caused me, stretched over her knee like I was. She gave me no time to enjoy the feeling or to let it spread though. Almost as soon as I came, she straightened up and tipped my writhing body over onto the ground. I landed with a thud, still frantically rubbing my clit, gasping and moaning.
Stella rose to her feet and stood over me, watching as I kept pleasuring myself in the sand at her feet. She let me continue for a few seconds, but then she lifted a foot and placed it on my belly, pressing down hard. I stopped, panting, staring up at her, begging her with my eyes.
“Don’t be a selfish little cum slut,” she scolded me. “Now it’s my turn.” She took her foot off my abs. I lay still, not daring to move as she walked slowly around me to stand by my head. “You’re such a pathetic loser, you couldn’t even get my thong off. I’m going to have to do it for you.” She wriggled her black thong down over her hips, down her legs and kicked it aside. Now she was naked too, standing with her feet apart, hands on hips as she looked down at me. The look of her, strong and powerful, and me beaten and helpless at her feet, almost made cum all over again. I whimpered.
Stella smiled. She knew exactly what she’d done to me. Slowly she lowered herself, squatting over my head, facing my feet. “Now, my little slut…lick your Mistress’s pussy.” She placed her pussy over my mouth and nose.
I slid my tongue up between her lips – she was juicy, oozing into my mouth – and licked her as fast and as hard as I could. She moaned, pushing down, grinding her clit harder onto my chin as my tongue swirled inside her. “Oh…yes…” she breathed. She kept slapping my tits and pulling hard on my nipples. I squirmed in the sand underneath her, moaning into her pussy. Her voice grew into a shout. “You really…ARE a GOOD…LITTLE…SLUT!!!” Her pleasure at what she’d done to me, what she’d taken from me, what she’d made me into, quickly took over and she came hard after just a few minutes on my tongue.
Once she had recovered herself, she stood up over my body and looked down at me again. My whole body was covered in sweat and sand, my face and hair soaked in her juices and my thighs glistening with my own. She was gleaming, golden, those massive tits jutting out proudly from her powerful chest. She placed her right foot on my chest and dug her toe into my tit. I whimpered again. I felt so weak – and so turned on – as I watched her flex both her arms. Her friends got out their mobile phones and took pictures.
“You need to clean yourself up, slut!” said Stella when they had finished. “I’m not letting you into our hotel room like that.” She bent over, dragged me up to my feet by my hair, and shoved me in the direction of the beach. I stumbled a step or two but I was too weak to stand and I collapsed to my knees.
Stella gave a disgusted sigh. “Pathetic slut. Do I have to do everything?” She seized me by the hair and led me, crawling, through a gap in the dunes, onto the beach and down to the ocean’s edge. There she waded in, knee deep, hauling me after her, and threw me face down in the water.
I gasped but the cool water seemed to revive me a little, and I was able to wash the clinging sand and the sweat off my battered body. I stumbled back onto dry land, hubby handed me a towel and I dried myself off, though even that was an effort. I noticed his cock was still half hard, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Stella.
“Get yourself dressed and get back to the hotel, slut,” Stella ordered me. “There’s still the matter of consequences.” I couldn’t meet her eyes but I shuddered at her words. With all that had happened, all she’d put me through, I’d forgotten that there was still another, maybe greater price to pay.
“I want that pathetic little body in Suite 800 in half an hour,” she went on, “and bring your husband with you.” She grinned. “His big dick will come in handy.”
Stella must have thought I’d try to escape, because she told the brunette, Lindsey, to drive back to the resort with me and my hubby. She needn’t have worried. I fight to win and I’ll use a bitch hard when I beat her, but if I lose, I don’t run away from the consequences – especially not when I lose to someone like Stella. The thought of what was to come, filled me with fear – and lust.
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