Cheater

I cannot lose this contest and, given the disparity between us, the only way out is to resort to some trickery. Yes, Jonathan is probably the strongest guy I ever met, but he is nonetheless crippled by the typical weaknesses of his sex. As the muscly lad advances full of confidence, ready to squash me down, I stretch my hand to grab his balls between my fingers. He wasn't expecting that and my breezy movement succeed in clasping something. The guy's face turns red and I try to seize the momentum and take a tighter grip all over his crotch. However, the stringy fabric of the jeans causes my fingers to slowly slip away. If he wore different clothing like beach shorts, I would have put those things in my hands like rubber baseballs, but the odds are turning against me. Jonathan snatches my wrist and pushes it back as he gains ground. Suddenly, my neck is grabbed from behind by an irresistible **** that pushes me against the boy's chest and restrain my nose's airflow. This is a nightmare. He's locking me in a terrible submission hold with his arms and I'm sliding forward. The world whirls. I get turned up side down and in no time I'm flattened on my back under his weight. My head spins, as some solid muscles apply terrible pressure on my flesh and bones. My legs are suddenly and painfully pulled apart by his ankles, causing me to moan in agony. I can't see anything but his bulging pecs. The smell of a sweaty armpit reaches my nose, and a moment later a new form of pain arises between my neck and shoulder. "No...geez....what...", I speak indistinctly. No, I never felt that pain, nor such a **** applied against me.

I don't know what he's doing, it must be some nasty submission hold that is bringing me on the verge of tears. "Stoop Jonathan...pleeeaase stop it...I give!", I sob, acknowledging my inability to stop him myself. "You were not scared to wrestle, were you? , he taunts me over my previous statement. "Now I am, ok? I was wrong...it's enough, I surrender! I lost!! Don't be rude; let me go!" I respond, struggling to convey the outraged modesty of an elderly housewife shocked by such harsh treatment."Maybe some moments ago I'd have freed you, but you tried to grab my balls like any baby brat would have done. Is this what martial arts are teaching? How to take out your opponent's genitals? I can do that as well...". When he talks like this he goes on my chest, switches sides and then tamps his ass down on my face. My nose is stuffed, and I end up completely immobilized again under the guy's heft. My waist is lifted against my will; my legs fly up; my heart jumps to the throat. This is the first time that I got bent in half, and the sensation of impotence coming on is horrible. I almost exhaled. This can't be true. He's holding my legs and crotch open. Oh no! He'd never dare!The first slap tells me that he would; the second that he's serious about that. The young guy is really pussy-spanking a respectable lady like me! The nerves in my intimates are sending screams of pain throughout my body, but the part of me suffering the most is my ego. Nobody ever dared to do that to me! "You little jerk...", I scream, doubling my efforts to break free but knowing from the beginning that the struggle is pointless. He keeps spanking my ass and crotch mercilessly, while I make the most ridiculous possible mix of sounds between pain, rage, pleasure, desperation, and humiliation. Second after second, my empty insults become more realistic forms of beseeching and submission, until Jonathan is finally moved to compassion. "Is it enough Mrs Jenkins?", he demands. "Yes...I'm sorry...sorry for my arrogance...sorry if I grabbed your balls...sorry for challenging you at wrestling...sorry for everything", I respond while my tears drop over the floor. I'm wet and not only over my face; I know that he's perfectly aware of it too. "Are you ready to do what I say to make up for it?", "Yes Jonathan, whatever....", "Good!". The guy stands up, leaving me destroyed at his feet.

He stares at me and, being a woman, I know what that stare means before hearing his words. "Get naked...", he orders. My hair stands on end as I comply by removing my bra and pants. "You were quite ready, ain't you?", Jonathan sneers at me. My face turns purple; he's right, I didn't utter a single word of protest. Actually, I am lustfully happy, and I feel no remorse...after years of frustration this is just what I need. "Suck me dry...", he says, taking my hair and forcing my lips to get closer to his long young dick which is swelling. My tongue starts to make delicate circles around but he pulls me forward and just thrusts his sex into my mouth with no respect. Usually, I am the one who uses men, not the other way around. I've never been treated like this, but what can I do? This young guy is just superior. "I enjoyed our fight Mrs Jenkins but I don't trust you...", Jonathan says, speeding up, "...and therefore this is the only thing you will be getting from me...". He comes, and the white liquid fills my mouth. I swallow the sweet semen which just turned bitter after those awful words. He pushes me away, and I wanna cry. "Please...fuck me at least...leave me with this memory...", I beg on my knees. Jonathan stares at my boobs before approaching and fondling my neck and breast. He is dragging me forward, and I know that it will be rough. I close my eyes, trying to record in my memory every moment of the beautiful sensation of being dominated.