Had an interesting conversation at the weekend with a lady whom I broached the topic of males fighting for females, whether it be for her entertainment, lust, honour or e even to cuck the loser.
She would be most impressed by the courage of the combatants, even the loser if he fought well and lasted as long as he could.
Upon his defeat, She’d kiss him fondly once, stroke his head or pat him on the shoulder before turning her full attention to the winner.
Sex would be the aim but not in front of the loser. She had mixed feelings about this saying the conquered fighter had been through enough already and, besides, there was part of her that wanted to forget about him and his indignity
In turn, she wouldn’t copulate with the victor straight away. She’d make him work for her pussy intellectually as well as physically.
She defined it as compartmentalising her maternal, nurturing nature from her primal lust.
How do other women feel about the loser? She added that she’d encourage an outmatched fighter to take more punishment and get a thrill from the chase that way. But felt a tad guilty about this desire. Courage, nonetheless, turned her on.
I’ve had a couple of experiences over the years. The one that stands most was when I was asked by a guy to wrestle him with his wife watching. He wanted me to throw the match to make him look good and offered me a tidy sum to do so. I was a pro at the time so faking it wasn’t an issue. I was to meet them at a cottage they were renting in Scotland. On arrival, I was parking my car when the lady came out to me and basically said that she would double whatever he was paying to beat him up. She then disappeared in her car ostensibly to visit a nearby shop. I went into the house and my opponent was waiting for me wearing a dressing gown. I stripped off and put my trunks on and waited till I was summoned. When she returned she got changed into some very sexy underwear and as I entered the room which had been matted up she was lounging on a chesterfield settee. We locked up although he was a big strong guy he wasn’t a great wrestler and I let him tire himself out trying to place holds that I easily got out of. He got very frustrated and a bit verbal, I just laughed at him and noticed the lady was pleasuring herself with her hand in her panties. After a while I started to place a few holds on him, never allowing him to submit but hurting him enough to know it was only a matter of time. I had him in a spladle when she told me to take his trunks off. I pulled them off and his slack John Thomas was an indicator of his humiliation. I continued to wear him down and after about an hour in total the lady had cummed herself a few times and her hubby was completely knackered, moaning on the mat face down. She told me that if I bummed him she would double the money again. I slipped off my trunks. She gave my old todger a quick suck and when he was hard as iron I mounted the defeated husband and rogered him rigid. When I had cummed. He lay there groaning and she got up and handcuffed him to the radiator. She told me to get dressed and wait in the car. I did as I was told. She joined me and told me to take her to Aberdeen some thirty miles away. I took her to the railway station. On arrival she gave me £1000 cash said Thankyou and walked away towards the London train. I never heard of them again. Until about thirty years later I was in Istanbul. Having a coffee near the bazaar. I saw them both together. Looking in a shop window. I was tempted to go over to them but didn’t. At one point I thought she spotted me in the reflection but I’m not sure. A strange story with no clear end or explanation but absolutely true.
brutusbuckwheat (1)
10/11/2019 5:33 AMThese stories are amazing. I'd love to hear other stories....
celtwrestle (47 )
10/09/2019 4:00 PMHad an interesting conversation at the weekend with a lady whom I broached the topic of males fighting for females, whether it be for her entertainment, lust, honour or e even to cuck the loser.
She would be most impressed by the courage of the combatants, even the loser if he fought well and lasted as long as he could.
Upon his defeat, She’d kiss him fondly once, stroke his head or pat him on the shoulder before turning her full attention to the winner.
Sex would be the aim but not in front of the loser. She had mixed feelings about this saying the conquered fighter had been through enough already and, besides, there was part of her that wanted to forget about him and his indignity
In turn, she wouldn’t copulate with the victor straight away. She’d make him work for her pussy intellectually as well as physically.
She defined it as compartmentalising her maternal, nurturing nature from her primal lust.
How do other women feel about the loser? She added that she’d encourage an outmatched fighter to take more punishment and get a thrill from the chase that way. But felt a tad guilty about this desire. Courage, nonetheless, turned her on.
Nemesis (2)
10/11/2019 12:02 AM(In reply to this)
I’ve had a couple of experiences over the years. The one that stands most was when I was asked by a guy to wrestle him with his wife watching. He wanted me to throw the match to make him look good and offered me a tidy sum to do so. I was a pro at the time so faking it wasn’t an issue. I was to meet them at a cottage they were renting in Scotland. On arrival, I was parking my car when the lady came out to me and basically said that she would double whatever he was paying to beat him up. She then disappeared in her car ostensibly to visit a nearby shop. I went into the house and my opponent was waiting for me wearing a dressing gown. I stripped off and put my trunks on and waited till I was summoned. When she returned she got changed into some very sexy underwear and as I entered the room which had been matted up she was lounging on a chesterfield settee. We locked up although he was a big strong guy he wasn’t a great wrestler and I let him tire himself out trying to place holds that I easily got out of. He got very frustrated and a bit verbal, I just laughed at him and noticed the lady was pleasuring herself with her hand in her panties. After a while I started to place a few holds on him, never allowing him to submit but hurting him enough to know it was only a matter of time. I had him in a spladle when she told me to take his trunks off. I pulled them off and his slack John Thomas was an indicator of his humiliation. I continued to wear him down and after about an hour in total the lady had cummed herself a few times and her hubby was completely knackered, moaning on the mat face down. She told me that if I bummed him she would double the money again. I slipped off my trunks. She gave my old todger a quick suck and when he was hard as iron I mounted the defeated husband and rogered him rigid. When I had cummed. He lay there groaning and she got up and handcuffed him to the radiator. She told me to get dressed and wait in the car. I did as I was told. She joined me and told me to take her to Aberdeen some thirty miles away. I took her to the railway station. On arrival she gave me £1000 cash said Thankyou and walked away towards the London train. I never heard of them again. Until about thirty years later I was in Istanbul. Having a coffee near the bazaar. I saw them both together. Looking in a shop window. I was tempted to go over to them but didn’t. At one point I thought she spotted me in the reflection but I’m not sure. A strange story with no clear end or explanation but absolutely true.