Afraid

I understand several things now. The first is that his arms are too mighty to be overpowered. He broke free from my grip thanks to them, yanked me against him many times, and hurt me in many ways. They are weapons against which I don't have a counter. The second thing is his skills. He is used to fighting, suffering, and coming back stronger. He knows holds, moves, and the physical rules of wrestling. I cannot do anything but retreat. I never did that against any former opponent, neither in judo nor in life. But I do it now, almost dragged along by an invisible fear. Finally, I earn a bit of space, and turn my back to flee from the guy and reorganize my thoughts. He's on me in a moment, and shoves my back until my face is on the floor.One of his knees nails on my buttocks to stop me down. It hurts like hell, and my mouth grumbles out of pain. Even if I cannot see anything but the carpet, I sense some robust male fingers going around my left foot and giggle at something near my ear. He is ready to apply some nasty wrestling holds that I just don't want to suffer. I need to think fast. My desperate attempt is to rise up as much as possible on my hands, and then jerk out of him. Incredibly, the desperate twist works, and my ass slips from under him. I walk fast on four legs like a toddler, and then turn around.

I get my hands up, not in a wrestling stance but rather in a begging mode. If I wasn't afraid of him just moments ago, everything has changed in an instant."Ok, enough!", I say, "Let's call it a draw!". Predictably, Jonathan chuckles and beckons, "Come here Karoline, we've just begun...". I gulp the air, unable to reply. The massive arms get closer. "What if I surrender and recognize defeat?", I offer, shrinking away from him. "Would you?" he asks, standing up and moving towards me. "Yes," I say, getting to my feet and leaning against the wall. "Yes, I do, just don't finish me. It's ok...I proved my point... I did some effective moves and you cannot deny that they worked...". He reaches out and slowly pushes my chest back "Yes and yet you lost!", "Yes...because you're bigger..", "Only that?". The guy wraps his fingers around my throat. "...and...a better fighter...", I continue, feeling my vulnerability and getting an unexplainable pleasure from that. Jonathan kisses me. A voice deep in my stomach screams that it's not fair, but my body acts autonomously. I kiss him back and bite his lips as if my drawn-out sexuality was suddenly awakened. My tongue explores his shoulders and then his chest, while the guy's mouth tortures my neck. He's incredibly manly and attractive... my body temperature rises. He takes my pants off and lifts me over with those burly arms. The guy's cock is free now and I see the foreskin.

Everything is getting confused. "You are the first woman who has troubled me in a fight...", he says, tossing that long dick inside my pussy. "I enjoyed fighting you... I found that horny... your daughter never gave me the same sensation...she is just a normal girl while you are special". He thrusts his waist forward, holding my legs up, and I groan like the good bitch that I am. "I'll break up with Anna and keep you as my lover as long as we fight like this," I exclaim. "Yes, Jonathan, I'll be your sparring whore... whenever you want... you're simply incredible..." I'm not sure whose voice this is—it can't be mine—but it appears to be. Finally, my clitoris pulses along all its nerves and squeezes something out; I come with a loud scream. Jonathan let me slide down the wall, then takes his dick and masturbates before me, squirting his white semen all over my face after a few seconds. He orders me to lick it and obviously I comply, eager to realize every whim of my nasty master. I cannot describe my emotions. Happiness and remorse join forces, like old enemies who put the Axis War to rest. My life has changed, and I don't know where it will lead me.